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) n* K N; p+ G# NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; p! q4 N: S; }+ q: @) v+ H$ z5 iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 ?1 e1 W6 \ W4 N# N5 q" e& D i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- x" |' _9 ^) @! X) s: z( n9 B$ mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 ]3 X* |" |7 K& i( @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& c( r0 y3 j+ |- k' I( ?
How you suffered for you sanity, $ `* ]/ y( C0 H9 S
How you tried to set them free, 8 e6 x; h6 I: V+ X8 \! w" n: d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . H! H- b' @$ \1 B2 Z& A5 E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 U4 }1 ~' @4 ^7 ^3 v% V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 A, \8 O' c: }0 D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 N9 h# m2 q: S& B% t, r. VWeathered 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, , p+ _* h }5 w3 g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( V! U5 _: W- S9 y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # Y; @* M ?2 j1 {- X* S: }% X% ^
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 s4 }5 B# D# }7 L# A6 B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 j0 f5 t* v" {) B* y3 KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. w0 Y8 [3 } tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
w4 \4 t: m H3 |. j0 jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% r+ i+ U$ W: o" q# aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 ^5 z; @4 U* j* O
# g, D$ V8 L5 ~% j- L% q1 h1 u2 r* {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) L; L* M; f5 i9 C: N3 `
How you suffered for you sanity,
. O8 a: m1 G5 Q4 [How you tried to set them free,
7 n& @% r; b# i: q) e4 IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! s) d( c% G" |. a' Z+ _7 SPerhaps they never will. |
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