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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 H3 J+ k% v' |$ h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: @0 O- g! [! N* d$ E4 ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ N6 @7 e% ^9 o8 s+ Y4 H! @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- S7 c Z6 b3 D+ b$ y1 r* h+ VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' E) w( u5 o% x& q* GHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 j& a8 {! C, S6 X' a
How you tried to set them free, / b, T# I6 C1 [+ }$ F+ d5 y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' I6 `5 b' ]) w5 @/ r( iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " a5 j- ?* j2 e# i# w* B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " v' [, e# k" G B- N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ U$ O/ c* s9 b" yWeathered 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,
0 r& p2 M: O( [ i8 d: oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) O- g0 V7 z+ ?7 D8 pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 t1 J- m" p7 Q$ X8 n+ u; l6 E' a
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 ^. l g4 J# N' DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 C4 y2 k3 U7 l* f1 |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # j P9 |, y1 c9 K8 g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 Z& v, j& w8 U8 W! a* _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* t# ^% ~. V+ H6 rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : i6 T; z% f* O2 ^; p* }
: e6 A3 N' n7 }8 @. JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 a ~) T' n, X# y' u( cHow you suffered for you sanity," F) f8 N: D: ?, g) Q' T/ n
How you tried to set them free, 4 i" g3 P5 k5 W& _# t
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 o6 V( m8 ^5 B1 e3 IPerhaps they never will. |
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