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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% b% ^3 J6 ^4 Z- Y) eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# V* m; m* |' \2 n Z3 W; d9 `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 n& ^) i* C$ S- Q0 j' T f5 Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' A2 A# e e0 ]' i2 l5 kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; W- w& u z6 y3 c! v8 } s( [
How you suffered for you sanity, " z# }5 l. }! J& o( g
How you tried to set them free, ( i* @7 H5 w# E9 P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 w& C2 ]1 u RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 A. q% x$ W% _' ?$ y: s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, r: R( J t! c$ f- |' jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
h8 H$ \; f1 E' E6 ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 L6 \. b# y5 D x) r
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , r6 W# j' T2 d, P8 _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " n3 @6 y* ]5 e+ S+ u
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) a2 b3 I' O1 U/ t' W* P& U
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 w( L( R" r$ \' \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / z# k1 S! B* q9 D" `: u
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' t) g5 I: }5 I$ O6 n0 s1 z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + W- `9 `/ {. {* F5 c+ j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ C! z0 J. w. v" B) @0 u5 s0 R: f& tThe 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, - G& ^) c/ T: B
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 k- n3 g! Y* m( J4 U- wHow you tried to set them free,
1 Z7 O! D# _, r# A0 A0 N/ e5 uThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 ^3 @/ h. T1 X& i5 y N3 {
Perhaps they never will. |
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