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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ T& L" ~ f. i0 f) s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 C3 D$ a9 W* IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 c% l% N P5 D" K/ `: `+ K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* m9 p: B9 E8 J- a: n2 SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 _( ]5 V" H2 I" o) ^$ t
How you suffered for you sanity, " S% Q N, h! v" z5 ?4 m, u
How you tried to set them free,
" @9 n5 T& K, ], H, bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- \! o7 T9 \" N/ m/ h* n/ M5 ]* |3 WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 K) Z5 i& z: H# ?! |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! z5 Z7 q6 y2 G8 z: ~: \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ a4 D, X3 A6 S/ {. a8 k$ h. wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # Q" ~. r) A' M& ^( y1 T+ v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * v* w3 f+ Z* ^9 x4 G
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, H, ?; @# ? G$ P* }But I could have told you, Vincent, + N# V' A+ r4 y' |3 M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 p0 J1 L9 j1 Q: x! a
& }% p- l' ~2 `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" X/ t" f4 p' H/ {9 h6 Z- VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - l- E2 ~4 f0 i8 A2 f3 o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 s1 u# }9 j; P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( `$ _% w. D4 M+ xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ ? c9 ^$ p% k4 ~How you suffered for you sanity,3 H; Q/ ?- o0 G9 D
How you tried to set them free,
, }( W3 H4 M( A' x$ FThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) l% r8 n$ y( P8 b( b
Perhaps they never will. |
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