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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : n7 C" {. m' D# L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 y; B( e. @' i: a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: ~/ |/ r0 ?: y2 K4 W5 o {# o ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 n& T1 f% I4 g1 g# UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: K* k9 |1 G; p3 [% q/ ]8 ]: d
How you suffered for you sanity,
; \& n0 c$ v ^How you tried to set them free,
5 c E- R" e/ Q: sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ v" X+ I8 P$ J/ N: d5 UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, X9 {" h! o/ T) m0 i& n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 U8 R5 B' J& Q |# ]; Z+ wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 k" N7 B1 `- c2 x8 D+ AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" k& A/ e; l* Y- d7 J9 AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' n: I2 ], F1 x7 g& o9 ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) O. |( a) \6 D7 `% N
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& C N5 U6 d% P1 c ` hBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: i4 C6 a" W& Q" A# z% P7 vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 {* V9 f( G4 j g3 qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 W8 n. p, i. p' S5 rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) S& B; c A3 g( x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * P5 ?; @ W' \ A! E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% o9 ?) U% [6 T, DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; c& o1 G2 n* gHow you suffered for you sanity,% `0 H/ J/ M2 ~" S; R
How you tried to set them free,
X( }+ F8 q4 A# @They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 C, N! ]) Q* U7 ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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