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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 c4 ^: ?" u9 T) |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : \" R) k& a6 U9 d/ V& @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' B9 \- ~+ L( z' v- v& \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) }8 c& l( y3 T/ B4 u" M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! i3 C1 Q4 g% P& w% a' I
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 I, I. i# {1 S! H: i8 u8 l
How you tried to set them free,
9 ]& y* u: G6 {% nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + {, k* A6 j! B# s- x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 m: t9 L, H1 F5 U6 kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
j3 B7 A; Y/ e- X1 TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. Z: D: s& R( N9 rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 F1 z5 b( E! j' q/ W; {
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* H m* U& x8 C8 O9 A6 l7 v' q. `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 j" S& Y- H) K* VYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( B5 Q) `8 }. G+ O) W9 i
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ U) x4 `1 I1 y1 f5 f0 l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 T& a% l! M/ f4 Q5 u8 u/ S
y. T& V) k0 F6 {) ]2 j$ g8 @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( k+ }( H& f$ r# R8 kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 V" X( w. ?: \! v+ l) D# a8 h; {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 ?# O5 z \: V* gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; _' j% S1 a# u3 l" x& T! SHow you suffered for you sanity,
# d3 E" o2 R9 [+ HHow you tried to set them free,
$ I9 @! p% x. e" MThey would not listen they're not listening still,
i2 Q: [2 X8 [6 ?% Q, EPerhaps they never will. |
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