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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 K# l- d2 }- m3 T5 v' J$ P: H1 R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 V7 B& j! y6 x& T8 X# U" gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) Q4 ?& a; g [4 S) i8 \7 f4 j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 X' ^* h7 l9 e# c4 G2 l% F( H! Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" Z2 I- n. q' {How you suffered for you sanity,
0 g1 G* I" C, b0 ~How you tried to set them free, * e3 N/ g) f8 Q: z* S M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 T) {" }3 Q& J, D0 TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 N4 F1 w- y- V2 [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 |$ H0 H, N+ A5 n, N- fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: U' ^: B! F7 O) Y5 B& XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 I8 y5 ]: U& oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 M5 Q( x& |. ^1 g; c, S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 _& C# Z7 W% QYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 N7 v: o* f* g! j+ @
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- X. D+ n5 R$ n; n" KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , p$ X8 _! {" |
; a4 B# p+ ^6 t3 [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' Y! v% A+ H( b( K9 `" PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 X! ~: ~4 I6 _5 K* g3 C# n4 `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 h/ H4 ]; d! d7 x2 {2 M1 ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( v6 `1 e) `5 W3 f" c6 z/ V
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 Z) u& y0 x8 A! JHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ {% F# o* V" q4 l4 pHow you tried to set them free,
& B1 ~( C1 X5 P$ N( [% OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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