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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 |7 N5 C* N, Z) c ?8 N, h" ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 V3 I4 w: G& M: b8 _7 `4 JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) b* L/ I u9 a8 }. bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 H% {& E. `! Q" [# m3 E' dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 p3 D6 l) `, |% d
How you suffered for you sanity, $ _1 M9 i; U" A3 T, {* o
How you tried to set them free, ( u: T5 e4 R/ Q) ]& i5 ?/ u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: u5 h6 v3 Z: `* |) T3 hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
K5 m' q6 \$ u2 z k- p: eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 G* _+ C. S( M: ]% y8 YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * Y9 Q/ o8 h0 t: R% s
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, - R" p; p; M0 w7 r! z5 C3 l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 n/ o; s8 E: v( Q/ i+ w2 uYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 c6 W C: l. J( \* Z6 A
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 A+ C0 k$ y; l& n' S* `2 eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % K* W% V* r+ g; t
) A" ]/ Y' Z) O A' V2 {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + g1 \; T. s- j9 S& P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 t- n$ W' E2 b' J2 q) T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! e# a/ ^ k. GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. D0 `8 C7 Q) w* t+ ]( n* \
; u' w7 d+ B$ C3 b# l/ e6 e' nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 d7 u. m9 `) B0 k5 l/ t' [How you suffered for you sanity,8 f% ]: u6 w( h) o2 }
How you tried to set them free,
) V# T9 H# l; N# TThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 c! y1 L, _/ N- |. M) }7 ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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