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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ d: H1 Q! X1 w4 F( D7 qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 A8 l1 B1 C# K) d' q8 S/ t1 IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* ^1 u5 R, ^" @- L, o# ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 z: {( v# e- R- I' K' q7 o- _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 I& }2 S g/ ^) v, ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ f/ W+ I% A N8 LHow you tried to set them free,
7 A# E" u0 D+ ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; b& v2 q) h, `6 R+ hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 Y2 o% B: N6 s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 P3 H5 E* E' |: t( oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- o3 ~/ k. G0 d# b1 mWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + l) Y% X0 c) _1 q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 @7 ?8 y% l: o5 Q- Z' D/ @
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 i3 ]5 U0 r( x7 r; _* J$ d& s
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( e1 \( W% N3 AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# i {! }, ~% Q. R# J- S# RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# K& X- ?: R$ T- V$ rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; h- B- Z# M5 d* E! h6 Z9 K) }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. [! o8 L: T" D8 ~: `3 lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & t. `; X6 U$ @ b
; D4 g9 Y# H' x3 g* U& S8 e b! b3 O8 ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 l3 B) F5 e# z* ]! T6 AHow you suffered for you sanity,
. j( ^6 [4 l9 `4 w3 V& m9 cHow you tried to set them free,
5 }! _3 Z6 X8 o5 pThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" E0 Q% j: x9 _3 Y/ JPerhaps they never will. |
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