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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 Q; G: e+ s, R. F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& S- g# a# u% d7 b# m& `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) W" }% p" g3 g1 u7 KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : n! N/ m, ? X3 z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' C8 H% ^( O8 r4 B ~. x4 {6 K
How you suffered for you sanity, " G! u; F/ H+ b9 H2 ^
How you tried to set them free,
+ ]' R+ D7 m ^" eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 D) z9 ~& p7 T; e& {% k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, f S( \' u: L1 E) d& \9 {3 D$ i5 ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; X, r& T, N4 Z {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- e4 H1 U3 u; ^ E& t TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " \5 Z- Y# b, R% i8 P
3 P# L. |4 Y' P5 f) f& i# u; |For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 J' Q) q! R- y- mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ D' U2 S1 w% x( c1 C9 UYou took your life as lovers ofter do, W& k: Y& P; n6 Y
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) Z6 D7 G$ s4 |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 \% f7 k. Y1 z0 {- j
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( ~5 @6 G- @5 L, b8 zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( o7 G7 G( \$ j& m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 q1 G& ]* I" W; |8 IThe 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,
0 p0 j/ @2 z* SHow you suffered for you sanity,
, b3 z. d1 d. RHow you tried to set them free,
4 t6 j; p# ^) P" B8 DThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 @6 v2 X" ~; r2 P3 b$ _
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