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# k, v1 {& [; \/ X, r+ M* Q* TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 \8 A; ^3 C* W+ w( T/ b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, l4 w/ `# |% S, p1 oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! k" m( V5 `* k. }! K3 F) X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 R f' L7 w: l8 l) w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% ?8 N8 W6 t. P1 v' i/ E% |- @2 f
How you suffered for you sanity,
* r Y a% }/ g" nHow you tried to set them free, ! \: i8 {* ^6 j& T% J" o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, O2 U) h! K3 u# y; {/ OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 \1 s( U/ b* v6 `, e! PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) h/ F; G+ j- c& \, }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 W* Q8 G; Z% K4 m! GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( p- |) T- b* C$ S/ {, V7 t
4 C S* ~' i+ w# ?/ S, |7 a, [For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, U6 g- D' h3 B. |; dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: o7 V4 \. h" q1 M2 DYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : V5 h% U; z4 B/ H5 V( x
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 l* k" F6 }/ [6 v' o+ eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 w# u. U9 J9 Z7 V% T7 M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 D+ C$ f H2 v- C8 c3 I/ e7 G3 g8 WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. E! U3 h! o$ [) l, ^/ b# d( }! \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 b6 _7 l, `! i8 o# p6 |
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 X( B- C; J; f: w" p
How you suffered for you sanity,5 x% k+ v! ~0 X$ h5 V' y5 ?- x
How you tried to set them free, 3 O |! I6 u# [; o0 B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& v" v3 {, l" j! }Perhaps they never will. |
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