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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, d8 Q* R2 k& ]$ ?( ]6 ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 \! B% ~! x# w2 bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) k3 ] `$ b( R6 X! H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% |8 l# b/ _% B. o# `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. G% j# J7 u$ B) p9 m& c1 X
How you suffered for you sanity,
: ]* Y4 Q' N* n; e7 M7 Q$ SHow you tried to set them free,
$ V- ?9 N% o gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 Y! E( G; ?3 {" qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- t- |0 U- j. m* MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: K6 J+ c$ Z; y# a4 j" g ?% lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 ]) E$ y5 F2 Q* p* ]8 S
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,
4 p7 g7 ]/ y* ?3 h1 p! cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 q/ `8 O- O7 \) J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 [3 @, X- X4 I* e, d) SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% t7 ~/ u2 m1 c6 ?, MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 E- E* C: W: P2 V5 ~1 X
; u" P) z7 e2 x( ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 F) w# s( G# j* l- H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( C7 f D- N. K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( y) ]/ M+ }% x( P5 YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 B. V2 I" j0 j7 f( T; y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ `$ V+ J* P, tHow you suffered for you sanity,
, g; l2 X8 y& A7 G4 h( B8 D* y& PHow you tried to set them free, ; \5 P1 T# p# v* m
They would not listen they're not listening still, - F- T: g( r" [! `& d1 C
Perhaps they never will. |
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