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4 ~' J2 Q0 m) o# n, I6 H" N* OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% z% }7 C/ K) V% cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 p1 d1 t/ g- g/ a3 tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ h/ r3 X" ~5 h! ?9 G1 O% l' eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 a K8 ?' }3 \# G8 G4 H- K9 l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 X$ b" C- b0 o7 Y- R- GHow you suffered for you sanity, : a5 h3 \* Q b0 l: h I3 ^! R
How you tried to set them free,
! L- X) L" Z5 Q: ?, z' e! v$ IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 ~6 A- L' v7 Z+ }( ~) [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 \( f5 h" A2 z! m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 w, J% ], W# q/ H8 m* ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 ^8 Y6 l1 m) R9 ~/ H
Weathered 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,
7 t; x$ U8 I! Q2 dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 u5 O- Z& _. Y& DYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 r- N. q+ W/ N) f0 X, kBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 d3 R( l7 y% o* w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 D F' `* r' m- b5 f
! j$ ?9 I8 e8 a+ x7 U. H4 yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. T$ R0 U) c8 E, q; IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : z+ R {2 T0 W$ C. [$ p9 v7 G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( T: k2 ^! o5 L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# O4 o( m9 M3 q: lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 i) H* }0 r+ o& I! X, C4 |
How you suffered for you sanity,
" q' \/ W6 e7 I+ ZHow you tried to set them free,
' F/ j0 ~. U+ aThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 Z f+ \( v4 L4 i/ P1 L% |
Perhaps they never will. |
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