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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 z. b7 n! j6 r9 [/ T1 P1 i; kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" D8 \3 l% e6 W [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ H8 C8 J* J, X6 x5 i4 R# HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 v0 C7 a$ e8 C# @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- K7 m) d7 R, C
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 D# n! T3 c$ ?9 v. x& }7 DHow you tried to set them free, 5 R" ?- \% k8 o0 m F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, I- T8 \ x0 r3 nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( h% _7 A! G6 v- F( S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 A. o; {+ C- p- d; t0 R jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. q; j0 Y. M" a8 j) ^# jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# n: U4 q& |7 _* w3 C5 NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 o2 v6 ]" I1 |; I, eYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 S. L) A3 y( r
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 R, ^6 s4 p$ h- @$ |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. L6 g- L8 _9 @7 b' X; g
+ @: d) g" {1 T( `- j) W" G+ zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) g* f( t/ @' Y# [# b# KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 T) G: g q* \& O+ ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 p% i1 J2 z7 V; d+ w; ^% J; ~; eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" A7 Q; l, J+ ]) E' N1 |$ iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & R" i b% x) P6 k9 H/ o1 l/ u# ?
How you suffered for you sanity,* h. v3 \. G7 m% E
How you tried to set them free, 2 o4 e1 ~# [+ Q' q5 D$ r) _( n, N, y
They would not listen they're not listening still, . g) U7 ^# A$ @9 t* G3 ?. u' ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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