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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 y1 T) p8 q* X# [+ Y! m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + X- p7 y) n [% N& |8 o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 Z4 {9 S2 T' C# y' O' C# A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 t1 H$ d+ b5 sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 D2 H/ x2 g' w# L8 P* \. f
How you suffered for you sanity, / ~6 {# d9 b% B: d; C
How you tried to set them free, / k* O2 S# _- Q0 }1 p0 B1 c$ k% w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 J3 N( H4 B ]2 C& S) S+ u) |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# E( ?& t2 S6 J2 b9 ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' n5 ~) z& W: v PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 b4 _# `* ?1 N0 {/ l/ aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. T. G( d1 Z* a* o/ |
. N) ~* v T3 d4 E+ pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ C+ A3 R: ?/ [4 lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " {+ `) b0 C) ?! Y) G7 J. C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) f# c1 O8 L$ R; pBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 E+ u ^* R$ w8 n: {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) d6 ^3 r# m- L9 y" W% Q, r T
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , Q7 W* I2 E$ A7 c6 r4 I2 y6 d$ r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- a6 U" e! A& b* ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / _# C2 i, r0 O) G( f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 U$ c# E4 w6 }9 b' ~7 x; [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 e5 n0 u9 @: g# W; Y! }1 SHow you suffered for you sanity,
! x+ M+ Y, ?# f7 NHow you tried to set them free,
+ |( R* [+ z2 g# ^4 v: CThey would not listen they're not listening still, + ^- L/ L& H; H: q$ D* L% N& P7 z
Perhaps they never will. |
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