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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; V" {* ]6 V W5 P1 _' yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , Y; k4 [& Z; f Y; g$ J! ?5 {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( p( n! M% @( X3 H& a: c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 x& L: |& d% G7 |$ x/ ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# r' D) w1 _1 @. P; cHow you suffered for you sanity,
; T7 ?) W% m t" [6 A- R4 fHow you tried to set them free,
6 b- h7 y, O- {: V* Q& l, D3 aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# Q. h' ?$ I# A SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 n9 L: L5 K4 y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" o c* [9 ]! Z( Z/ X* }5 K# s$ uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 c. b5 p4 J# t: c# ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) C$ e7 i, j, q3 s9 a) \; m: yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - S2 v0 Z9 \' N" k: _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* s6 |1 n. }" ~) j6 ?, ] Z$ DYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + d- Q% B G3 D5 l5 s7 S `
But I could have told you, Vincent,
_; y, D3 O3 U% j5 N5 u w WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' [1 U4 A9 q$ y9 a7 Z* m# _) \ d
: D' R2 \1 p3 |" L- K0 d$ FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* o4 z+ }! v* H5 JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, R+ a+ z/ Z2 e' SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" J/ e6 D- J. k/ e. T* Y0 WThe 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, ! V0 e7 |" S/ | O- q1 g# }
How you suffered for you sanity, G, B- J) ^ F( R3 y8 ]
How you tried to set them free, ) C) Z* r" O" g( J( a, s
They would not listen they're not listening still, & r6 H0 |1 r E9 m. I5 A, c# ]$ Q! i
Perhaps they never will. |
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