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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % o8 P2 k% L: s, M, _3 c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 I+ _, A- E4 j- d# R) RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# d! o' `7 r, A- T% h/ }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& ?* }7 j1 Q- ?9 y% Z# h; c; v) `- {: @Now I understand what you tried to say to me, b P7 i5 V: ]0 C) h; z$ t) f# ~7 f
How you suffered for you sanity, / n: U5 y! `( X( _# F) f
How you tried to set them free,
/ J2 G( z: d6 r. p5 qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 U' d% p- _& P% H1 L+ ]4 ^7 ]/ q. gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 D3 O; m0 f( {6 T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + v3 J: u7 U2 _2 w' H* ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & A/ e8 {, `/ a" Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 U2 _* s5 N1 {; {6 y
7 ^! }: Q7 R6 Q! z$ J. hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ E! o, j! S2 ^- i2 n* QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 P7 `2 Z0 Y6 \! h0 a; f
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 n. X& q$ @0 ?- R! r1 t
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# Q w& D- c- d2 G1 [- VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; d! {9 q. q* q0 X7 l0 \3 H
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 c( T' @& T" G2 h! rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 Q3 O* N2 A" q8 Y* O8 t2 w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 C! |9 J* B2 t' p! rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. v& ]3 V0 ?$ S$ U( i0 _
]2 t7 H U3 s* ~$ JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! I+ \2 A- ?' {: `! {How you suffered for you sanity,
4 B2 i0 k+ L& z; M# W) j5 h/ pHow you tried to set them free,
! U8 `" t3 L0 ~: P/ \7 E- [$ |They would not listen they're not listening still, . u7 A9 ]- V$ X) R# B8 r
Perhaps they never will. |
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