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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % Q2 m5 r% K1 s5 L5 s1 c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 n+ R) a% v$ O7 K6 @+ ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 v1 A, A8 b" ^1 _; }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- I% I! |; Y4 |6 N, o% G2 r4 }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 v/ E0 J# |8 vHow you suffered for you sanity,
% W: A" W3 C4 B( u4 LHow you tried to set them free, 5 f0 [: _( t; a/ j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 z+ p2 [7 x) \$ E; ] a0 YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" m2 ]/ K% T" [, d3 ?0 ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 t2 f3 M# M1 N8 ^1 aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : y2 a! s6 H! w* D- q+ n
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, , a4 t% E2 v; W! z1 E m; b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! |/ T2 ]: r( Q1 [- aYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ ` u. T. E* U1 w" G7 K+ a5 t
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ V5 B5 P. N- Y7 u6 b* _# `. G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % q2 o8 r {# D8 r7 V: J
7 l. v) q2 ~$ [4 j: S( wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
q2 Q. e1 F8 _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / N+ i6 g# h( q ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 w8 @ M$ Z% L2 qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 a l+ g! C& K. r4 I% M4 s$ {7 ?
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 |9 b- k! i {1 n& F% `; O
How you suffered for you sanity,' @* y. |; K, K
How you tried to set them free, : w% j) m: k/ ]0 x. N& G
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; ?. w& t/ R+ F, y9 J5 v
Perhaps they never will. |
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