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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / R1 g( ]+ @$ C- \ ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / L7 u) q1 ]( ]) w- s' D! G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. A$ \; ~4 Y$ m/ p9 U( u$ w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 F& q$ H4 @" M- D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, b/ n2 r6 L+ zHow you suffered for you sanity,
- ^% G o4 K$ ]# f9 c0 FHow you tried to set them free,
/ M& f6 U$ m0 f0 R, QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% k" n" |1 ?% M* K5 C# G" r5 lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ w9 ]# X m' v' J6 H- p \* OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 e& d9 d+ C$ r9 m) N: f& Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' C6 x# C/ _% Y3 u/ Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( o$ f7 t- h5 o2 A
4 }; O, b' w3 iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 D+ V" }! A$ q0 z! ~' m; f' [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 K# l6 b* a1 ]7 J1 A9 v+ NYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # }! [9 H2 J! K1 O' h% e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( A+ |: m% s2 C) x% ]3 sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # {) a- X: j4 o& I5 ~$ H
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 G7 I3 d! n& a3 L) H( q0 E U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 ]! k: S, u0 k* h5 wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( x4 G' T3 p, V5 n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , ^7 y0 m8 {3 P2 T1 o! D8 {
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & L# c9 q/ e8 j6 w4 ^! I5 M
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 n6 u0 e; ]( Q. [- i* a' qHow you tried to set them free,
) n, a, G; Y7 uThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 J) C+ E, }1 |) }/ K' o& e3 RPerhaps they never will. |
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