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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 T, k; F. L" o( s- B/ m5 ]9 P" \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ o# C, i) J; w4 Q( e# JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* G# e3 z% r, H* _. n g" e# V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) ]; R: B4 i6 r" D2 gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 }3 ]. m# [# B! t$ ~& [: j
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 X' ]4 e# ]6 J( x+ W
How you tried to set them free, 1 D8 A1 N7 l) A& F& g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 D3 d: T* V, h, W# v9 E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 S; N+ L7 E. O n3 a1 s; _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" m; W* P! E1 c3 ]9 cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- d$ s2 D. c0 ?) D6 o! dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 |- d+ k6 {4 z( C/ a1 a3 w3 u- ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ T4 J; F$ R2 ^9 WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. X1 v4 U. N3 ~% f/ O" |' h" |You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 c# Q7 _2 L. Q5 v$ R: e. O
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 a- ~. ]0 n5 M: N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # `8 H1 s8 |' D8 \! U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" X* F2 i+ _$ U- a4 qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: Z/ q. y3 J' N+ {3 {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 i7 p# u2 K# L' {
6 f) e C: G* t" h+ U- U: n& `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 K4 G M9 n' v; G9 `* @% C/ rHow you suffered for you sanity, b7 d7 @( I* L/ ]7 N$ z
How you tried to set them free, " `* t7 G o1 g5 D: F: }4 o, J/ Y9 E, E
They would not listen they're not listening still, - ~/ l2 K7 o% k: r; `( t
Perhaps they never will. |
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