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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 s( R8 s9 @- ]) H9 A% B! GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " G3 \1 W) ~* U# s/ Q" w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; F' H9 E* B( v( n: t9 I- u' d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ [; z4 S4 I8 [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 G5 x% I! h, i1 C. J6 e9 N
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 ^" v6 m: M9 S$ }; \ A6 ]3 ]6 tHow you tried to set them free,
7 h5 S6 F7 S5 @+ Q/ vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 ?& o: s- N% t; A* {0 t. \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 U. S U |0 V% k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ A+ v/ c$ |- N! N; Q# m8 a9 R! ^% FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" p6 U' F" x" iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * w2 o- g2 |. P f7 g+ o! O& u
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" t9 ~9 h ?7 e, X% VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. Y+ R8 R9 E& z0 sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) A: @" x+ |$ |# x2 E
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 w* }, T& K0 m# Q6 _5 X! RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 z/ e) R' ?1 X$ k
8 H8 e% V( \: x! B: N) CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 s$ A+ J* F# O9 V, m9 x# K: ^# {5 p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( N% v/ F/ v0 A0 c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* |& A& T4 f* ^6 fThe 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, 9 z" {5 N8 J+ Y+ ~2 ^9 s0 I3 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
r9 I& i% ]" ~# G; h% ?% f3 QHow you tried to set them free,
% B0 m- [+ I& P' ]8 N! F5 oThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; T# R" C1 Q- E, ~% U8 ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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