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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 G/ ]4 R8 V* n2 B8 A, n4 g4 uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 [! v7 E. B' V+ ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, N* A( N. I. r7 D/ s. u. d4 kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" y$ ]2 _) x) gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 Y/ w8 P+ a z) a' _# T
How you suffered for you sanity, , k# j5 B. J& [( `0 ]
How you tried to set them free, 9 ~& m3 V# x$ S# E/ j! m* j- D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 J6 d; o% B2 ^/ I7 zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# E; p) ~9 D/ r( B; ?% v, lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% L, L9 ~* |. o) GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 d. V& N( e3 W0 D- u6 Y! j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! N, \! Y. R8 Z' p5 t. x9 p6 N
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 l6 l% P! I, [# T0 i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 R8 x/ M& B! K. ?8 v, _' Y6 qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % T# l9 d% ~# T2 p% \" l: _) |
But I could have told you, Vincent, + V+ w: h8 `$ `; N: L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 D3 Z4 G! z, Q* X- v
. H$ D1 B8 I- B* I' IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , ^! q, i. C' m' i2 c- C% Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. m6 f7 \7 V" \ Z$ @- v: QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 j' M$ u1 E# A1 z0 c5 @- M' nThe 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, ) v1 P* w+ E7 B/ J5 q
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ n* n% x4 N' ^5 C( tHow you tried to set them free,
/ O j5 z+ K! ?4 o' `8 E6 yThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 f+ N/ ?+ f0 h! W+ F
Perhaps they never will. |
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