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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . K' R4 b) }9 J* ?4 D! a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ Z7 }% D, z! ^ ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# Q/ f; Y$ a3 {2 D% V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 E0 _) d8 B: n) U! W% GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 A% q- ^5 B' M
How you suffered for you sanity,
! j" \; j, |6 p) M) LHow you tried to set them free, ! h$ K) y2 p- {4 E0 j9 M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* o/ a" T v6 s5 a& u; ?+ IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' W" R+ l" C+ z+ eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ m6 P4 Z% ~; X, q& Y Q' o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ i4 Y: G- \( P) a" F& nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" ~; F# o& ~' L$ {- v$ U" e0 S3 {For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 _) L3 {: z$ e4 kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / q ]+ K& u* o6 `
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 N: s! r0 R; c+ V$ j
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) n' n" y( O! }: F8 K- y4 ~/ P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 @9 ^6 m0 X( Q. Z& {& R5 [
% @ I! k! T" s4 kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ }3 Y+ b. ^: b2 p p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ v6 D4 x' E9 `6 H& X0 ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" T" Q% Q5 x1 uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . y0 [) e9 J* C9 o. Z9 q, i9 Y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # X: B# V. t7 K' i; c
How you suffered for you sanity,' \. | w& @) A7 b7 N! Q& m
How you tried to set them free,
# G4 U: K0 y2 MThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' P+ L; T0 T l3 Z$ nPerhaps they never will. |
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