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! o4 \2 n3 E6 \" _6 K8 p! eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 k1 R; |' _& Y- R5 _1 KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. R4 t3 t6 ?4 m3 C0 q- X$ Q$ fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: r8 A4 i; C" G" s1 A' [( U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 ]' u9 a( ~: ^4 U8 \" c, h- k0 p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% H8 z) Z& U, Z. t3 h
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 Z7 Z4 U4 i2 W* L+ V c. ?
How you tried to set them free,
6 x, L1 D+ V# iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 ~" ]. v m* u, o' T. n8 m. e' Y# U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( [; p- [2 M2 D R( ?: t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , ?* A2 z' Y [$ t; N' V0 o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& R0 N! Q2 I- @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 \" q) z8 { R2 ?7 ]: z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ U2 |0 r$ O8 y& [9 w5 h7 ~: UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , A/ l3 k% l' v7 r/ p
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 Y, K6 ^ |4 r& r$ a# ]) l6 C
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 }1 V9 f% Z$ {2 B" z0 V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) P/ t" u, N) q( ~4 u, c
6 l) x8 E" p2 c8 k( I, qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 w( y& [* L3 Y% kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( g& O! m8 a4 x- d9 p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! T* M, P1 \% [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % H7 ]* p: d1 E6 R: o# I" m
$ e' r& o5 d7 E( p' \+ d+ Y9 FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 j6 h% Q% |* H2 @3 Y: iHow you suffered for you sanity,
# S' ^5 N7 f, X( j3 z5 R9 JHow you tried to set them free, 7 N+ |3 P2 I& n& m
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 ^* U7 X0 ~- o- Q% T: c& o/ gPerhaps they never will. |
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