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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / |3 ]$ U& x3 O* `6 ^* C# _- h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ E. H+ @; c7 g% p. ]- GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 C4 C8 \- o" Q( t: a7 h0 gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 P2 K9 `/ O6 @4 X" L# q$ `7 n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( K7 T" J+ o& N2 c( \How you suffered for you sanity,
6 F& |6 ] h: @. z7 Z- EHow you tried to set them free,
! I, T, l/ ?* rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ {$ c5 g" F# p' n! bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " y: N/ O! Z* }1 t! P' W$ ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! `5 K) F F5 G9 U( F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 K& j1 t% H0 v' ?. N" v6 G: A! b$ p
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 C. y$ d0 r0 v4 v
: m J2 E$ J' a' W$ e% I+ XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. J5 J. F+ F" c* @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : w9 f: M# g0 Q9 X; |
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( o6 x4 G/ i$ N" o5 _5 ^But I could have told you, Vincent,
) A7 a @' j& k) h! c/ z) V( j* L/ t9 PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 {3 G$ H3 K5 Z! L d( w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& {0 o/ m. J% _, p5 ?5 T# m$ m' ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 I* S, W# M/ F! ?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, * l' A9 x; z6 r, y+ [
How you suffered for you sanity,. n" ?1 }5 L# X: j0 @0 X- V
How you tried to set them free, 8 m1 w& I6 B( G% v/ z: C5 a. j
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 `7 V( I% Z/ l/ Q1 d6 j+ k/ D. x3 Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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