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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 o# h6 b9 u: v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% `' V3 g! ~$ _4 ]2 lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' s. A4 p7 g; h, D' k2 n- L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
I2 k: u m$ NNow I understand what you tried to say to me, t! A# ~" }+ s4 E; s' H) P$ W
How you suffered for you sanity,
# ?6 f! S2 L2 d+ l5 q q8 e6 jHow you tried to set them free,
* U1 c0 `1 ]5 }! U- \: VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& `$ ]: I, `5 L" DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 x" i+ w( \% N# E* X" S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / K9 C7 O+ l9 [! \& }! F8 G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' L0 ]. O: _) [% L) h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; e( [# ], z7 a# y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * Y7 q* u1 e2 D& k( K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ U- Z6 @( [8 d! [You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' ], ~$ H7 I' q& k9 WBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 L6 j$ k' f+ \. Y' b/ ?" ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % s v5 g6 \! [0 A
) T0 S b- q; A/ N, |) V% BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
o, y7 Y* j2 i A; B: U1 yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * W& b9 g' Y# S+ R& L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 B4 l" i# |3 P" M1 Q3 h9 v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 ~' Q+ A( W. R! o7 S1 A- Y/ TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* E! F" f: O" L1 IHow you suffered for you sanity,4 I0 \3 k, {7 j; b" r
How you tried to set them free, . ?! N6 \3 w% e0 ~. ?- X
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 V0 r6 ?, B d
Perhaps they never will. |
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