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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - N: o1 @ s) f# B, U# j- K, h0 P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 l: E3 C3 h- r5 f: \+ o. Q0 J+ gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) q d- b; m6 P) L7 h) o8 A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) Z: H8 P& Q/ F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
X1 ?) P R c' ]# @- p# YHow you suffered for you sanity,
- T( G: G3 Y7 B5 d( Y8 w+ S+ VHow you tried to set them free,
+ R# G2 z! W+ O: V. dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) M0 x2 o" q, j, o! YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 ~$ w6 |& U& @/ u- y' I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , p5 e$ q7 l' `) u+ b: a( A3 ]4 g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - v$ B) R6 O" Z/ Y8 A) b* f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " v1 @0 ?- B9 X; P, d, X" q
! J( H; v6 ]5 p4 Q: h0 XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ w; g; R" T0 R8 qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
i/ r7 ?' I8 b/ r! ~$ {% kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( f/ l( x+ T1 g$ C5 L' @
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 S. K# c* ?1 g3 s6 l9 F; B$ }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% {% z+ j$ Q& }3 I2 @7 p- [1 g% dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 ~& s4 ]" V' r' bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 w, `! P2 {/ p+ @( IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( D* |! I' ^- ~3 _3 B, r
# D3 W" c# s& `. E5 A+ rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; L/ c {, q. O+ L1 h3 {How you suffered for you sanity,: ]& f; i( w) p3 m& K
How you tried to set them free, " V; O1 c: _; x% ?9 m
They would not listen they're not listening still, / c" Q) F+ m, Y% a }
Perhaps they never will. |
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