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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 D& p1 S! M/ U4 e& ^9 hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 {6 e; t# w* x) @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, m0 {" g: |- L. F+ G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 S( U, Z% d# j9 zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; f8 G0 @# [! f5 t1 p3 \' u
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 ]4 U- p) x3 B5 y; \; u5 Y- F
How you tried to set them free, . C: h% c/ `2 x' d; g$ R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / z0 x$ d! x: b/ p3 y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 H8 |7 _* D; i m2 m) [! F$ RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 E9 k. r. s* x* @9 X* Z9 v* c; j. jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : F# ?3 l9 J) x# q o' \# e0 R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 K) k/ N* B5 P9 E- c' _6 q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " ^; |$ L8 [* ]0 G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! D/ e0 w. Y: t" x. `$ xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ t: K" P* M1 eBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: j" n- Q- x' J, I mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # c$ D8 D! W* S& U
' K/ ]5 `# V" \4 ]- D( s. HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- u$ B" z" b. `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : ?3 ~0 T( W4 w( u% V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : o' r* |- g+ F9 m5 e6 r0 b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 m1 U4 O. p* p
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, g* e( {- R* n5 o
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 a+ A9 x! i% H5 Z- O! w5 ^4 B6 OHow you tried to set them free, ( W* l0 q9 X! O: p2 N- S- S
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" d, X/ r, q3 tPerhaps they never will. |
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