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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # v$ q- n1 u; H6 }" e# [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% Q8 z/ {2 l; r, y8 PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 l1 W- k) E) b" w, MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! Q6 S6 ?+ M, k6 F8 bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 V- F6 K3 X: t- L- pHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 M5 |9 R, X5 i- l& z+ t7 d
How you tried to set them free, 6 s S. _ @ K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& O7 P6 \* ]' _% y+ dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ o/ x; q* b9 a! H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - c7 H$ B9 D3 K3 J& ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / L3 z. a; e* G+ _ b7 J) u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : K) p; J6 _* M
' I1 {- X0 e& XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 ~: `2 r4 Q8 h/ jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ K, E/ w( z. QYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) D6 u' `. P- B0 b" NBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 E5 @$ p" c8 H- Q7 C6 D1 BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! Z' U! N# o+ |2 g# Z
$ ]$ {) |: Y" Y. n, FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & E7 U& N7 X8 I# R1 t+ W, g0 o# l( g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; h8 e* i0 n: V$ x' CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 ]7 ?/ S* b/ {$ K# F2 N; WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( O3 ?1 E+ n4 `1 gHow you suffered for you sanity,
' z$ Q, J' }# K1 b& F& e, iHow you tried to set them free, ; t; x; H' x. o# c- A1 ^* ~
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 f4 M0 [+ @* V! b+ SPerhaps they never will. |
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