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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, n- Y7 B& ]) A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' Q9 C# [* U. S/ LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! F5 Z8 ?$ R# q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: D3 Z. x( G2 }/ P* {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ C* O G2 |2 U M: `4 _How you suffered for you sanity,
/ A% F& N9 I& yHow you tried to set them free,
+ U3 L+ U2 L5 c1 D& r% EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" K5 q' t; L3 V' S3 o: _- A& z7 ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 T" F: T1 T& I. T# c1 ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 Y J5 Q1 C: q& `, D7 K) hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; i8 {' B5 i9 Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 O0 S6 a" C; m. l7 Y# n2 l
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * Z3 L3 J* \9 e. G5 ?4 F2 s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" |6 E4 A0 a3 L% T3 m+ WYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 D: H* {& d; j. \But I could have told you, Vincent, . @0 C' [+ ?# o* y% z2 N8 A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 N* h: m* Z- Y1 ?' Y0 s9 j
+ @0 J" [- o! CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % r2 E& b1 t8 v( n/ f& \5 d1 c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. t% @) P7 s! Q# P4 C$ Y. `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* D! u) @( E$ t9 q U1 {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,
: Q3 q0 B- S( d6 i, i7 }How you suffered for you sanity,2 J1 d/ @" s8 {9 F' {7 h9 ~
How you tried to set them free,
! O6 o p; G( iThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! i x8 t; A9 g; [9 HPerhaps they never will. |
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