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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ U# z# J+ k/ [2 bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ x2 i2 p6 `% ?9 H7 _/ Q$ MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& X9 h3 W8 {& l: T* I: F# _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 |; I' H0 Z4 A1 o t8 B) F9 T' L1 GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! d$ q+ z: ~* wHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 ]3 G: l# j; U$ d1 a% @; ^5 wHow you tried to set them free, $ z0 g; U. `, S! x* F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 o* [( N3 A x* z/ J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : q+ n K8 G5 M$ T8 r' a( A$ T6 V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ J; G7 H; G0 k9 Y2 [( X3 UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / d# @: C: u* c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! n6 y/ T8 V [4 T& K
: y9 p" w: o- P- l, WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & ?9 { r2 T4 ~/ Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( c& k4 y u; n, `; V& [7 ?: D3 dYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + {6 n* \! E2 h. D, a$ I, l3 G; Z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# [" @; s6 d! K% m/ DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . g! `: N$ C: ?$ ~ r! e9 |
& w& f2 P* a6 _3 }3 SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 S' X. K+ `* ~7 q. z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - ]$ N9 O. I. L* g. K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 H) \! F5 r5 B; f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) I; X1 Y) A* v4 t; NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* z* g" u) F) t6 T0 z- ~/ uHow you suffered for you sanity,5 s* b }" q& h4 ]+ A% c
How you tried to set them free, * O3 L5 Z" h5 W/ e$ }: P
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 ]/ q# y) k% t8 O- x; ~" FPerhaps they never will. |
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