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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 ~9 |) \. j$ J. }$ S. a+ gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 y% t+ O. I$ z( s& B( cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* e$ D$ V. |; E( q3 S3 Y. _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: h2 p; E y3 {( ?; U' J( \' k( ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 r& r' h: G, l
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 A9 C' N8 S+ T$ k
How you tried to set them free, % P; f! O, [; |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * G1 n7 N' b# I) j( l# ]+ T6 k+ [9 B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( Q: g( O1 r$ b1 o' q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : e$ p& q7 u2 l, _8 O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 \& b/ u; b, c3 E2 h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - P& t ^, a6 C, P* ]" l+ _
# A3 U+ } n- W' \! ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # ?: h0 U; D0 P* \& x* b% p1 V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ \% ?+ R9 ~4 hYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; ]3 h: H8 U* M' s% V0 B
But I could have told you, Vincent,
f, z+ D" M/ P7 _+ iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + I& u4 ]1 u5 u5 L3 A6 |. U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 v& p3 a/ H4 q! A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 T. I5 O. g9 h/ s/ v5 k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" D& s- ]! U* s; o1 Q* S4 i2 aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 m# m! y: B( K) o$ PHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 ]7 b. h9 Z2 Q; P: B: I3 CHow you tried to set them free, / P. n7 S# |/ l' N' Y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) y) e. m* B) }7 ^# a& E: m: ]9 X5 fPerhaps they never will. |
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