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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ r+ K0 h! A! |4 @1 ^6 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 j9 Q7 ?. D0 T D$ L* B5 B7 v5 P) _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; C) }, d$ e4 ]. o- q3 |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 _2 I6 c& c. r9 }# u+ P4 f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& b0 R6 q' V0 dHow you suffered for you sanity, . D) I2 u2 N' t* Q: L
How you tried to set them free, / G0 y+ a$ X# R: \$ j: z& d# V+ b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 r( B, p, ^: q+ i8 h- V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - X& H: |4 q, M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + M( V0 C/ g/ s: a! B8 w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + M& M6 J/ ?6 m$ n1 t0 ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + w$ g* l4 c; d" }
- {( O6 d' e4 i" ^+ J" o: kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 S" B/ M$ B/ r$ j1 ?' Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # F8 A0 S) V ~3 s7 G4 v* v
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( {( n7 w9 Y6 p' `- m' k
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( G& E6 f: ~) j% o) K0 @; `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + |7 B" w& ]" r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 o" G9 U& E- l& J+ c& I9 t9 X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 l# m9 Q4 j ?2 H1 X8 _3 S, c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; c. Y5 j: b# I$ o1 w5 K& O8 FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 N, y4 n* ? A0 oHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 x; Y$ F, o" {) e6 s1 }How you tried to set them free,
; A0 }+ I3 F# m) b1 `( t) gThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: k1 L" f0 z' Z2 l1 x9 v" A% h; G+ dPerhaps they never will. |
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