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8 { s8 u7 D& p* Y9 K; ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; r& g* ^9 B% J# c* ?( ?4 e nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 O r5 e+ Y0 B% U3 e& p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* k( `( c B/ s$ ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ P6 S$ [% v) d" F; B0 I5 CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ \" |+ q# K/ A/ HHow you suffered for you sanity,
% r. @5 U! U- K+ z" r: BHow you tried to set them free,
( a4 {& j% \1 jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - e, f7 ]2 S1 G: _, r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! V: Q& O" R( D% c8 ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ d1 x4 W/ J# s; h* x$ @) {7 }+ ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / d9 R: M$ q# o" p
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 M( {( x& C3 ]# S+ N$ U
# S+ q7 y8 ~7 W3 U3 @For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . y1 Z4 V( C: U8 T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" |/ }- J' V* @& r5 D5 ?You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 {% {/ S( r# A4 }But I could have told you, Vincent, : [8 ?5 S% v* w" L! T2 d ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 z) E0 W! K; ^2 C6 [- k4 j Y* AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ P- s( O" h" pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 Z6 z4 i! G% t. n1 Y* O m
The 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, * Q h# _* R( {: r
How you suffered for you sanity,% @1 Y' q* U7 @' r+ L. d7 [ d
How you tried to set them free,
' a! M+ C5 k- S9 SThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 Y1 D! p6 c( ~8 {8 x: F) ~$ TPerhaps they never will. |
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