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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 C+ _* A: m2 s$ Q3 b3 M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: E7 H. y9 @# c& b$ UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, i u4 }0 t7 R1 E" K+ P& v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- {5 l. j( q, q! S0 ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& D/ }- U+ j! A" l3 m2 @% ^: T% ?How you suffered for you sanity, + q y7 K( J( z3 b
How you tried to set them free, 6 p- R! r+ W. f8 x+ t5 ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& L0 L; @; l/ j7 |- i4 bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 k; r/ o! P2 r( X) w7 wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 W( A% t/ l) E: U; }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : G( z! q" y _$ h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 K2 f' l2 z y0 iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 }) s% A! l% ?5 ?+ UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 X8 R, U' _1 A7 \2 w7 EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& e$ Z0 h& {: m) t% S V& }But I could have told you, Vincent, ! b3 D9 f+ R P: H1 k1 t U M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / k) o6 a! _- W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: u9 r1 V# U! ?. u! T/ ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; D( f8 ~: M' C" r7 H1 H0 q$ lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 x; C* @' R9 }3 K& d
. }1 ?4 ?8 v, @& u3 B+ i0 CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- i! E. D$ g* z) Z0 p/ K1 ~How you suffered for you sanity,
, i& K, h ~# q: O9 z0 {; n) XHow you tried to set them free, ! m2 v) G& [/ V* Z: ?& k
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 ]$ c9 k; L5 c0 [& v! A, E
Perhaps they never will. |
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