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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: E2 ?' v" o* K7 M }+ DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 b2 c7 ~% D% f5 a. L8 y4 t9 EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 W* h& u% m8 V9 c2 M% Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. n, k6 F+ _9 \4 mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 g. g, m% R+ S3 dHow you suffered for you sanity,
; O( N1 L, O0 c( z* s, v; mHow you tried to set them free, 1 K4 v: l9 d5 U( n% K, L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; b) k+ I- w5 U6 l. L8 j, D, D% s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' S' Q/ A; O# [4 ]5 c1 ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' X/ X3 B( \3 E |- y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - ^1 R3 @( [3 u& o- w, w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 e2 o! A6 q& a, Y0 w. `
1 s' Q1 ?' e% X3 E! S% uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 b& c- H' u$ t9 v. KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 C4 e, D5 |" Q4 Q) }/ O. ]) O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 }( [* a. a2 A1 _* w
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; M4 r$ G7 A2 B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 n- u7 G7 G/ D9 u* j3 {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 c; y: f0 j% a- f3 G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! o* d3 A* {" w/ D ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 p8 a* X% c* Z' @ `2 CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 p) _ H$ H" j5 ^; }5 ?& A [
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 d) y$ g' Y3 {! g1 q- `
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 [8 G& |! }$ S$ Y" THow you tried to set them free,
+ E0 c7 I3 g% L% q8 aThey would not listen they're not listening still, + c1 Y6 V) Q7 O$ p* O1 t! c9 v
Perhaps they never will. |
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