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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 @1 v r, V2 k+ e" {; p7 r, w) H# M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 G; Y# o0 u% N/ Z% j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 e: d: u, ]7 ~1 _* K0 i( U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 w1 l: ]+ D# C& \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* _7 [! S. h" h1 Y8 Y" O$ x. F! Y, PHow you suffered for you sanity,
. p8 N7 i" Z4 v( W8 t. t0 z3 _# l( WHow you tried to set them free,
) c4 j5 h1 w$ t+ c0 }7 x4 nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; A: p/ e+ j8 L6 n: ?3 [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) ] I5 F e0 [$ G4 U* ]1 WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( Q' p/ W B- m4 c# P. f Y- c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" O8 z/ ~: `8 eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, ^+ `- e+ \+ a. |, hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : M3 s; q3 ~. `4 u9 j3 _8 ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 y/ n% v2 y) V! [; N6 r! L( cBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 w. J! k/ j; N# c) P& D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; x) e: S- I& _7 T
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 u9 h, R% R& d, Q( o& w5 ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " p) s0 m" [6 z% X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 L# v7 x+ N$ Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' N$ w% F# A7 d+ l) t
: S0 D& s! I6 i2 T+ J2 h+ a i' Z) ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' B( [$ W2 F( YHow you suffered for you sanity,
) u0 m: N$ W; N+ f% c" ?How you tried to set them free, , C- ?- ^! V7 l9 h% G8 W4 a$ o
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 z3 _, Y* u2 j" {
Perhaps they never will. |
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