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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 i7 B) h. n9 V2 f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; O0 V7 I9 I& \6 a: ]" g% ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* w( s# E& f9 r7 L1 a' JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: N" h5 C' g9 u* N* }+ fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 @- j. j6 L4 B, p' X
How you suffered for you sanity, + ? q% Z# U' E* ?
How you tried to set them free, 9 ?) K" h a7 D- g" w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& e( H" \5 |9 P) gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, v- O& }: W7 _( L8 Z9 y' g( Z8 S$ ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 A9 N1 X0 y6 b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 v% |) A3 X: S/ }% e AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # Y9 V0 J! B; X6 v3 |9 e- D' ^
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - W, M2 \9 t$ ]6 h* @; o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- S7 w$ [3 y! l: E/ R3 m& ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 T( A! ~$ _! Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 f" A* _7 z" f% u0 t, u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + r+ n; } n& r0 {) y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 t. ?2 f" M4 C% Y, D HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + @/ D. t" U) h+ ~6 O& z" w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, a/ B# s7 J% f$ p$ k# e* Z) J: Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" d3 {) f5 y7 yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ y7 n6 }: ^+ G4 f- @7 z1 wHow you suffered for you sanity," q, V9 Q2 y: N. V6 }3 z
How you tried to set them free, 8 f& y" Z: E9 W/ s, V5 r' x
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( X: ~3 S, t& C; J( r$ `! wPerhaps they never will. |
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