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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' x. G; E2 e4 x b) m2 E! lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # G, d% [* ]" h0 d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 W* v2 U1 ^* s, ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , D" ]& S- x5 ~6 w; z+ c2 E3 T; o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 ?4 Z6 h& A) V) V6 b+ s
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 y, x7 _2 V, ~: j: G8 z
How you tried to set them free, 7 }) v0 Z6 t* {4 {9 e! m) K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! _7 y# K+ z: f5 d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( [9 E1 l1 Q7 q' a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 H! z; i8 |7 _' \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 I" c4 [" ] ~) X/ U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 g, _6 z! n$ j6 V$ f U$ a' GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ A' b6 x3 P, ^ y7 u; m' @You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 C+ C5 D2 K. K! }# V# i0 K) E
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" c, h6 q% ]) n1 I) ]) `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ g4 @" K, @6 a1 A4 Y6 KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; A* U/ x$ C3 U5 L7 b/ Y9 `. SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 \1 m9 U' Y( H0 A7 t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 ]) R' M1 X9 G2 [. AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Q! T1 ?) j- g; {0 k, LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 M% L# r. L' S5 A+ C/ b8 h+ a3 @: J
How you suffered for you sanity,2 y5 n( O. S5 ~/ G+ `
How you tried to set them free,
* V* S) S2 Y* o) g& }They would not listen they're not listening still, " N8 r K, W* ]/ P2 k( R( H
Perhaps they never will. |
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