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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ l4 B& _) b# A4 B0 {( U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; K, e; W, ^) O7 hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ _, c/ k. m, O6 x" vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( }, M w9 H, n! Y' d% w" k4 |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( p! m, l( s. g8 Z8 r3 M
How you suffered for you sanity, * L, k( O& \4 I7 {; F; [/ [
How you tried to set them free,
3 ~, @" ?! r8 D; i$ SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / ~3 i c. @" z& a" T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 R: ^4 e" X" w9 `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 w$ h7 B! g8 F) Q {' }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( H' e# L2 e7 e( f" a+ o; R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- ]. y+ ^2 I0 |/ d2 i$ x8 LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 E9 T0 ?8 [% _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 S0 N( F/ @. ?2 r6 w# p) N. t
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! p9 p9 i& Q9 L! X( W- bBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: {& T' J6 \ r5 p8 RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" X5 [% `* o( |$ [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; l9 Z! R; N( m0 L7 E( D1 |: bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 r; l* u% B% fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
_, ~4 g$ ?! J4 ?& O ?# P1 mThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; _4 y( X# i7 p1 |0 t0 YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 C) r/ a% p3 h' }How you suffered for you sanity,
4 z/ f, K2 O7 `) T- A( EHow you tried to set them free, . r8 U) y9 s6 n% i0 [. U
They would not listen they're not listening still, & k8 U+ j) s( z% c: B! |
Perhaps they never will. |
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