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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 K* y2 n& ~! l- W0 |) J' L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# O( z! u2 {: L: pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 w( n+ C2 M( u/ W/ u% GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + b5 G! T; `% e/ @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% Q" N7 K) B$ ]1 s* O* L; o& t! X
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ {' Z$ B$ U+ h0 U8 t Q% r; fHow you tried to set them free,
A2 ]1 `3 `% j. Z6 oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
t$ U b" w9 I3 S/ m: yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' N5 b1 R! z1 i1 ?0 `$ `$ C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . @3 N/ x( q2 c. [4 @+ x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 j7 `6 ]! a0 v# t3 V9 x% } H5 g
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,
) A" A) l) p5 t0 d) Y6 a% \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + u3 {/ y. @2 V! [ r8 N( h9 U
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' H' o; ?7 r' R' X. Y' [8 v' }6 {But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 z/ f+ d+ z6 X8 n' VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' J) X' P+ r: k$ \4 i% D+ J
% ^+ J- x7 c6 u# wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 A, t f0 _3 I& [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! W3 a0 B8 D- R/ L; c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 ?0 z, v" L# w( L- {! x3 t# D/ T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ h& @+ ?+ ]0 ^% n( I$ D8 x+ EHow you suffered for you sanity,* P# |; `' L$ Q1 C6 w' g
How you tried to set them free, / s1 h( n% c) q! `! q
They would not listen they're not listening still, / U) n+ }$ j5 e2 f) N" P( D. L/ y
Perhaps they never will. |
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