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) F, D# q1 b" c7 X+ R# m2 qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 g Q5 Y& W* X/ n+ {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 Z" W: r* J' d# j: kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" w& Q+ s. W3 E u" c% E# F6 ]" SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 o" B% g, K) z& p+ z# bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. w; u( K# x* w. y$ q2 @+ V5 f8 F
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 H- }( D8 I$ L- p; g% t
How you tried to set them free, ) t: W9 Z, H. y8 V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* v' l: ^$ I; N9 @" ]! iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ c1 y5 b9 {: G3 N0 N$ B' x) p3 gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ G, q( d1 v+ R7 R7 UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # `% F4 O4 u; k# z) ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & W& j! X8 ^: V) E$ \9 n0 ^
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! w$ f6 v: s. O% R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 h5 A' G* Y: ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & f( A5 i# l4 h2 k, R- U$ N
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- K; x& a; J( U: {* xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! M, f4 I# n: s/ x& tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. g2 |4 w3 N2 N/ [6 w' i! X- |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ n' ~4 R+ n m# C& R4 h( KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( o* z ^5 O4 N6 n2 j8 W) \8 p/ G
) n* ~3 j& }" j# i3 f5 n9 e& j/ o v2 [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! R& Z- [8 k4 l0 I' l/ }: U) gHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ N4 X! r% c: n! kHow you tried to set them free,
' R* ~1 M0 K, _" X! v- nThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 O6 W1 P: L( t% X: }' }3 M9 N0 pPerhaps they never will. |
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