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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; L$ c( F) X; a% l }; X0 X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! N5 H) |) o) o2 O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 q! N' l, Q: s& c+ @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ f/ x! \9 k5 }3 ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 |# g+ z- g. Y) ~How you suffered for you sanity,
7 `2 }! Z6 P# ]* g$ SHow you tried to set them free, # p% H6 \* B0 s$ H$ K* ~' Z* U8 R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' A R$ O* B1 {. ?- G7 \ N5 L+ y4 gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / m, e, g* I& L" U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 c! G" L( `7 P, ` `1 u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & y/ j8 W! y1 \! o; z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; x, p0 o0 f* n. b' }) N; {9 o) c
1 v7 N, u1 V- bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 ]+ f" C# v& H7 S# r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - p6 L% l0 ^6 G4 }1 x' {, |
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 R0 l0 C: [5 Q. G( E1 ZBut I could have told you, Vincent, / e; c1 }2 @6 q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 F: H3 Y( Q3 W; {1 `' CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . n4 r( q, o, e7 ~# r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# g1 l. U( \8 D9 P$ y3 s$ pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, o9 l# q4 x' A* e' w% IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( L: Z" u( R) w7 X) i, I) S
" t! ]( Q1 R2 i0 l1 L6 }1 \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ Q D+ h9 j$ }4 hHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 x" J0 f7 C4 _. q CHow you tried to set them free,
0 T( ^1 K+ l; y3 o; {# L# OThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 ?. R7 I+ F) H# x# b7 k
Perhaps they never will. |
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