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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! W% ]" G4 t* b7 S) M6 H. N3 ]5 h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: j3 j7 ?* D. u5 l0 tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; `8 O. `) \: ~" u4 d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ i- K) T! D! i n5 s- SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# o1 {/ J" X$ d9 a G! Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
" ^( A% |9 o- \: jHow you tried to set them free, 4 Y8 H/ i V2 Q3 l/ q+ X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! G) O, f* V. j, D$ [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 M+ M) i. X* o% f4 [& }9 uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , ?% J3 ]. ~( X ~$ f9 T: P5 i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 B4 R/ o/ k* \0 v4 H' a1 m) R2 l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 F- k! d* R* k
% P! T9 X: A+ uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & R& J1 e6 ]+ F5 R) S! l) }, H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. C; I! U! b- c: SYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; H/ `2 c5 |. q8 z4 e) ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
' i, f" o, l1 d+ ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 b- L) U/ z" z1 O5 B. b
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: G& l9 S% G3 NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + |; P7 [/ Q6 n* b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 S7 S; V; x; NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 o b4 W7 L7 u' R& g: j; qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ s3 R: V8 c8 A8 s7 BHow you suffered for you sanity,, o0 J. M ~& n5 P
How you tried to set them free, 4 D9 v1 w9 l, Q6 N
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' E/ @( y! h& C9 oPerhaps they never will. |
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