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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 o6 S0 @! x& [: _/ v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! C8 g- M$ }3 X9 L' _6 i3 B( a# v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' U4 Z" j/ s9 D4 C, ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # m" |2 M3 M- M0 y4 c1 I( [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 f& U) a# ?0 t5 d- f f# p6 @How you suffered for you sanity,
1 W3 O3 Z2 m3 e4 tHow you tried to set them free, : x2 v9 B3 [2 P a$ L* G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 L3 i+ T( t- @5 j. o( C5 |6 mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
I* U# ]. d X' W" kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 M% r8 j. n7 p; ^' W9 FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! A# o: c2 G* m uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # w# a0 Z+ C) ?# z: h( E9 n
& L h# X8 K: Z! a& v) QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* B ]$ n- U! h+ z7 yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . ~0 W+ R- {& E- T+ x( G
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 K$ H" j+ l& T1 I$ PBut I could have told you, Vincent, * w* w3 `6 V( P; W7 S6 b, w1 \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) ~- W+ t* v1 Y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; V: }8 t' k4 jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 j2 o) i1 {8 {2 B, MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" ? c% `. P% v, a1 C4 v9 gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 X, X; Z1 ?' p
. ?: p' z3 Z" ?4 q! Y5 XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ o& s+ J/ Q$ M, O" h, }How you suffered for you sanity,4 n( r* ?. U* z
How you tried to set them free, ! D n2 r: ^% `$ S2 j; j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! k. `. U; Z6 B& u' T) `Perhaps they never will. |
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