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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, c2 s7 J6 w% ~) v1 g+ ]. I. A! O8 kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 v, O& |% A" E- VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ G3 z% [* L2 m, S2 i7 |. X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! i* q p* }; Y( l5 S; t dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 _! w( H7 c# I" D, P& ?How you suffered for you sanity,
# U) L' W1 k6 G7 q' o. a, ]How you tried to set them free,
( e% P9 l1 d; J' bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 ^; S; Z6 {- X6 j, @& S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% }+ D% |4 k9 a% PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. e( s, Q2 x& u% w( n9 R: ^( J: vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 X B0 l0 L8 H. Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ C3 R& h- I' x; M$ b6 L' f
' D) K7 t# J- L5 }6 [$ a- DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 E; E$ w+ h: f2 v/ M8 u& x+ MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # b' e6 d. Z, v$ z4 y z1 N
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 w1 ~7 k6 `7 N, O7 JBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ C6 V+ Q J: M5 S# d: W0 T% uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 R; J5 W1 R, X+ F; z# K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ Z1 D9 [0 c- o8 T7 b% LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 G7 b" D6 f+ _3 @. Z9 SThe 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,
- F/ l5 v+ v# p. OHow you suffered for you sanity,
) }& `( H2 C2 \# v5 n2 wHow you tried to set them free, + z( |" L0 v+ H7 Y
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 u4 Y0 J# W5 @9 j
Perhaps they never will. |
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