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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& L5 n% l4 \# L4 z1 ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, P$ n& q5 N9 j. M3 o {& f: pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 K) O8 |" O( H0 z8 ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & `. ~, n/ u! f* T# N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 u p# v; F0 x0 E9 BHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 }5 j7 M! F- u2 K z2 THow you tried to set them free, 9 K* A$ X. z- l& c5 g$ U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / S- E$ [2 s2 X/ W; b7 a3 X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 F5 y5 l7 {" I. KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 X! H% J; b/ e0 T7 Y1 R uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! }3 V" H' V- sWeathered 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, 9 r7 j7 R. O( b. C! [( P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 K+ D/ k- ~! q$ L
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( M- B) |' k% N( z+ OBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- I& F# y9 |7 L/ `7 i/ z( A+ |$ WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + x. a- R3 T( q+ p$ D
1 }4 E0 Q% c/ f- m: F, R, _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & Y/ t+ l& n$ S: U+ B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 X; X# |8 Q1 U- `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 ~& c' C1 _1 K! YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + H E: J& L) k, o) S* R- i
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* J$ n7 Q4 G7 ^+ N3 nHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 i z Y* ?8 N% ^9 p% k4 h5 {+ q8 zHow you tried to set them free,
* J! Y( L: M6 V0 X6 qThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 y0 v# ?6 t9 G* G/ t3 h: }: ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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