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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 y; N( L/ ]( f3 _& m( C/ e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) B' d" N. w( Q5 AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 o! W( F0 [" x% h/ f( q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . k$ F! |# d4 e5 _& ^) H: k; Y6 m6 y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ b b5 ?: H$ J: V
How you suffered for you sanity,
) }( ]. r: P. V7 x1 _% J) q$ cHow you tried to set them free,
" t9 r5 T, G% K- XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 F6 K2 `9 S+ B0 z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , L: L( `. @0 I' t) ]+ ~/ _1 G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " r* c7 c: O- l; B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' i) t2 l# f2 E& VWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' g! V& v" [* I+ EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & z- G# Q+ Y6 s- @7 f a6 I3 I9 r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 A9 Y6 V# w& ~# L$ | F; z# X' MYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ B; J _* k) s# q# P; M2 f0 CBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" Q1 g1 L |7 x0 L7 o" k0 j! KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / c: H z# R- m
5 M% a* ]7 B1 f) L# ]! FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& O& f d% _+ U7 Q) s2 G' hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + i# G% I9 `9 a7 {% n( T1 X$ N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 b7 |( f. n. U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; f: }, o" g0 @2 P" a8 L# I8 H% D
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) R+ ]4 u* O% f7 M5 Y1 HHow you suffered for you sanity,. L- w+ D+ [& [4 Q# F! P( e
How you tried to set them free, 3 ]! s; Z' z' Y& |, R
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( O+ p/ A6 U A9 Z. DPerhaps they never will. |
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