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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' H) y8 }8 ^$ e, e+ b; cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( t: U% A) X8 H9 }$ I+ l# ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ q4 e: M6 h0 tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 z: v6 e3 i" Q; f8 J' R* `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, u; B% `) a/ W8 ~5 q7 ]& x& y
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 r7 e; T' L; z: ]0 q+ N5 vHow you tried to set them free,
1 D1 p; w$ i% E2 P9 l: J7 bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 y7 v# R9 o, I$ q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, U% c2 l* [: [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. E y) a7 X% S* dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 l; m. n# ~8 y1 X1 o6 z5 tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : T) S8 I) B% u! v4 u9 w: C
! Y% p2 O+ t" e/ ] F2 j, X, ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 h! s, w' z$ ?' W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; P1 p" N f7 N/ p( |4 r0 n+ h
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ S6 f8 {5 _$ @6 |8 FBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; H" p' Y/ e, _1 L+ b8 x' yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / h9 v; o* m# h- @" `/ i6 n
2 v9 ] l4 b9 X- H5 E' v9 BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - m$ X d6 `) d0 b/ j8 Y5 ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 l: z3 O3 E/ w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ D. M/ g, g, j# G3 K/ LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 I. T, m# }7 Y! C
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 U% E% {; t! r% g3 ~How you suffered for you sanity,
* ]! n# `# L0 O8 }How you tried to set them free,
. v9 \' m2 s: ^They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 p; h& i' R8 z) p, ~9 Y1 G. uPerhaps they never will. |
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