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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, }6 l$ D3 _' T2 x5 v$ mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 @7 S8 v+ ~5 Q( \3 W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! J6 t5 s% ?) t# r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( K1 M+ C1 P" z, j9 G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- c7 `/ d* i9 X' Y
How you suffered for you sanity, # d) Y2 X. z/ V' y* r$ F% z$ O
How you tried to set them free,
( d; R8 T: H3 J4 C2 }. y& PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" q$ f7 w- `! e, g5 U3 cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 @8 r0 |) X3 ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 [" ^3 J+ {) D3 i* b$ s8 nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * Z" {! _( M1 p) ?# q! L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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| T- l: R" s. fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 n5 ~" J' c* B! s8 m3 c! R0 P- s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ ]$ X$ G4 r% l9 E2 ?: h" h
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
v {5 R8 u1 V# S3 Y0 V: C+ EBut I could have told you, Vincent, : P$ M U/ n7 N9 X( M7 K8 g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % J3 M# v; y- q+ x7 _
. Y$ S# W% i; ?+ iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* m* Z5 D1 J1 R! f* V, H& mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % N0 Y0 w, H0 @* ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* P8 ]* e2 M& I, X) YThe 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, 4 u W4 x8 @: M1 T) `/ ^+ D' `
How you suffered for you sanity,/ w: y- d) |. q" ]
How you tried to set them free,
1 u" ?+ F! `9 c* O6 ^They would not listen they're not listening still, ( U( w \. Y Q( w h! T( r1 a
Perhaps they never will. |
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