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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 |5 n3 E C$ H- y4 N5 ], I3 JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, Q8 A# o0 S& B0 AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ A7 ~" z, N' q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' K% S" M4 u) @: a0 v' J* a# b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ H7 q! ]7 R- w) I* R
How you suffered for you sanity, " ~" H. v8 n$ Q) Q0 K
How you tried to set them free,
- a! _, f: s7 [* f9 kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 V$ m. Z( p" L. j& dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 @; A" h5 c0 x) f' f6 P& R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! p# s* w7 |/ r5 }* t2 HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . T7 O# `- a4 I1 ]" z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: N; u; s& p5 f2 ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 l9 \, d! ]( s% E' eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" F! g4 W3 M2 z7 h: ]& A- c( n+ ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' Z! }6 O' {/ X7 z4 V' g$ s/ g* C
But I could have told you, Vincent, * D1 R4 T- a& o g6 {2 A4 u+ f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / ?! }% ^) o" W( b& w
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 K3 ~% G- G! @/ t- k" B( S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! x0 `7 _% x3 k& M, I7 U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % H' Z& _6 _9 d! N. p2 H1 q b5 H: H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! S( o+ d: H/ z3 \) j$ p
/ m$ F1 ~ l0 X; DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( m0 u/ i0 Z0 ?' c6 b! m' IHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 v+ v$ r1 ^/ N" n# d- b0 FHow you tried to set them free, 4 g# n h! y$ _; J+ _
They would not listen they're not listening still, , o# ~) X1 `- c6 P0 T) @" {1 ?( e
Perhaps they never will. |
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