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( s& O# f& m6 Y% I; S3 J5 KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ j( o) w- a8 V9 BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% L/ ?* D" i1 hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 Q& u, n. ~( v5 W. I6 w, N$ {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , r" g$ K0 j; S* ~6 P! Z$ r4 x" M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 s# }) H6 D3 X5 k/ j& e+ fHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 P% m4 u% ^6 f7 s, SHow you tried to set them free, 2 v$ r( F" ?3 g3 |% _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; W. U, F2 Z8 {9 J- w" L; \9 y. O2 y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. O% R" g( }6 F7 @, xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 L; h0 [+ E: O* a* x% R/ R. D1 z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 @. L$ ]- k! ]' D( k" I# M0 `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% Z' r% s" J1 N! LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) { N7 p. d; w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ C7 P' U6 w% m7 ^. ~4 FYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 J& }9 z! I0 p3 ~& LBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) T6 s# ]0 |6 [# Z% w) sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' X; B9 A. l1 u+ x% @8 [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 y* E2 y! D2 _3 f4 r0 i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ Z; r- H" r1 n
The 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, $ Z# Q3 I* {+ Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
* q9 n4 i/ |) MHow you tried to set them free, ; G' _$ g% u' B' D) i
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 o% c& l9 W% f$ M. O6 G
Perhaps they never will. |
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