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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 T$ j- G7 f+ \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' B9 v3 U0 s/ Q/ u- DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- ]1 ~. e. `" ^ K' S% ^9 qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . M' c0 S. p+ u/ }* z, D" F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% V* n, Z; ~2 V+ d6 ~6 b9 F
How you suffered for you sanity,
# J- W- T" P' p5 J/ L% RHow you tried to set them free, ( ]/ w4 q2 E1 H4 C- V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . q) n- p! T8 ], k% ~% G# j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 t, E5 v @$ Q' S# {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 ?7 a0 Y1 M7 |! ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 g2 P: i! T& M- z3 T; l% e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) K) x( j& k: }2 {" H% k1 e9 l Z- Q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* T/ p# |3 s: `7 O+ ]( yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. ^) ? L+ R3 v2 N) ?You took your life as lovers ofter do, - Z* P0 |, Z1 N; K# P5 c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; ^5 J( }5 n5 c/ d% a: MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 z# S9 z/ }/ N9 O1 \4 b) m
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 @1 a/ {& R/ q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 o6 {3 X1 l- F9 _* _8 D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ V- V! c# m1 TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 }$ Z" v) D% M3 J' o, _3 c5 y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ m" d9 p5 q8 V/ C& {How you suffered for you sanity,
0 j6 J) J1 W8 o) T9 z2 ?/ E( ?How you tried to set them free, : s0 o9 w% f [$ g
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ {' k1 B0 L6 i7 ^, A* w4 c$ m l
Perhaps they never will. |
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