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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( v- M8 L7 [5 w! o$ g, d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& R" k- ^, _& c! r$ o, HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' ~+ e# d9 o8 t6 K* ]2 E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% k7 t$ e$ u( d/ }: Z8 Z9 XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 ]3 u! c. m. }8 ~% A# b
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 N& A5 A" W6 }& k# @& O$ E6 W
How you tried to set them free,
) y: M# J: f) }$ MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 Y& s5 g s2 lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- c/ k+ @8 ]4 c% j8 }' MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 W) l* L3 t, ?( ?6 d4 ~% V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 W' c# d9 F) e2 e1 A$ X
Weathered 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, + |" r, F8 B" e7 Y5 L+ m0 E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 x; L- o/ K6 d. u/ w4 U
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- a4 V: | m/ |; Q7 mBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, K: u" x& J; @7 D# B0 z' @! ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- @8 B& @7 D/ P8 E5 O2 `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 V1 i8 l% [7 G) J0 z/ }' M- wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( `+ Y+ `6 M' o! A+ x1 Z& O+ i4 G: mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % d) k/ p) K* c4 r' P$ g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 K, d7 A0 O" Q5 }6 _+ f* R
7 E" B/ t* r) B6 a' WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 Y! _4 R. Y0 a+ M0 Z. _, w) P
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 Q( H3 a. P1 J) F: q' j$ Z2 RHow you tried to set them free,
! G6 _6 ] _/ Q' [; dThey would not listen they're not listening still, # t; h& U. g! s3 f F% x
Perhaps they never will. |
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