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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 ]& } f* d' P) G: k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: D0 C" c2 c( I/ b" s( `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 k+ r8 f( O) t2 q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ ]- g% s, t$ X7 XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- Q d; n6 k1 n8 E
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 c+ H+ R2 R) H& THow you tried to set them free,
& Z; w5 F d: P. ?. l/ v5 t( NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 S; x6 G3 V, w6 g. uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; F4 _3 w! q8 c9 `) Q2 tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . N1 c0 ] ~" ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ n$ x1 j$ ~0 i. M5 {. dWeathered 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,
& B- m3 x! g) n/ l. I' gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 w5 C4 N( C$ D- E+ i' M! B* r" F
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. d i9 h" n/ {/ J- Y" _But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 `# r: H% s$ G( bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " E2 R# |2 D0 Q) @* W$ b
2 J( P* A' {' tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 k0 |& r! Q9 P6 w0 I- Q! \7 T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 C. G* ]& F- z& |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. Z3 c) E M- X" K8 |# e( d' e. kThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 O. @2 f ~4 e" q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 ?' T J9 ~# G! ]" `How you suffered for you sanity,* M9 Q' q4 N% L) y3 g2 R
How you tried to set them free,
0 i k, r. U0 vThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ c$ M# B/ o7 J8 mPerhaps they never will. |
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