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2 F0 G6 U: O$ wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( j$ d6 E2 K) g7 x) I# gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: H' U4 y5 j9 U ]6 x/ WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 g; y0 ]. K- KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 ]2 o0 {. h0 }: G9 ]8 y" B, m+ T+ eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 T3 N) L" Y5 ~) b1 T$ ~; j
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 \6 J, ]' i% Q
How you tried to set them free, - }( ^: v% _. M0 J2 k5 o( d2 n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 H, c) ~+ {8 tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / t2 W0 z/ T: D$ u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. k. B5 m+ I* g$ \* sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ ]: N R. Q3 ?4 a1 pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; ^7 S* l; X; @# X' s& c! b
0 e; @* T# o# @& L" x/ ~$ i; jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
B* a# C6 H" K. S2 c- P6 A* E' S* MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) [% [# @: X2 X% lYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
i/ j( f* U( L7 M$ F$ e& hBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 k5 t4 I; @& _/ F" H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 h- P# N" A& u b4 P5 T5 b8 ?
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 v$ }" X, E( R7 H' w! l8 k! NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; x; R& K: {- ?7 {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + K# t+ N. o& N+ D1 S! f7 f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 ]$ A( p7 q' v* ]: b
, b* `& Q9 t& R9 ]$ a/ {* ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, ]7 y: {" L7 }* \ yHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ e( Z' |6 k3 b' ?" X+ AHow you tried to set them free, - p7 j5 c2 { p& S/ ^
They would not listen they're not listening still, * M/ A+ w: W: K0 T$ A" `6 f F8 O, I! |
Perhaps they never will. |
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