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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 p2 ?$ b/ Y9 _2 TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& M1 L4 y2 z! ?. sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. R9 S8 r4 n5 [8 F* j6 Q4 S) R D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) ]+ E9 {; e; BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, @5 v# D4 C; M7 c5 T
How you suffered for you sanity, : j0 ~% H- D- F
How you tried to set them free, 3 c+ D, n9 B& o: m. _6 ~+ m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 N# ]% j2 L# {% }3 E5 U* ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- |! X6 g1 ~& o& YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; n) m6 H' N& S3 u9 |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ j" z N+ G! U. h+ QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / g& I) k) V1 V# s! Y" J4 A' d
2 M3 B) F7 {4 q4 X9 O' vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 n1 S& ~# }; T8 g2 r. H4 _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 H: H* C% O2 Q0 r) EYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 w6 [& _: R _+ ^# E& f/ k m
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 V5 U* r: S' `% Y) B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 u+ O# o, J: a. ]& p4 @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " b; A0 j$ c5 [- S& H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " l; r( E7 a) ]/ i9 T: c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 F& m0 }' h" A. VThe 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, ' Y. A0 q7 G7 E$ Q# Z& r+ g
How you suffered for you sanity, h" ` a2 h. j M3 `, U
How you tried to set them free, 2 }/ u( b9 m5 e
They would not listen they're not listening still, * C; T+ Y$ n$ E# w0 ?0 I
Perhaps they never will. |
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