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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
J3 u3 z7 q6 ?' N+ M4 }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 ?3 b4 ]5 ` r) o0 HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) t: D2 Y0 H0 N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, r I6 |% V0 yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 Q; k" W ^* p) X% o G5 v
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 Z3 }$ Q* o, X- R+ z7 |How you tried to set them free, / h# {* ^& I; ]& O. N" d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; U; h: z7 g* k1 {: \2 pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: S$ L+ D8 c% r# J7 D) O9 GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ V, O8 _0 I' Q2 T) n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 _# Q+ f, x* } ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - l2 [" \8 ?+ A0 G$ J/ v& |
& \2 D. G- e3 C$ p) [+ N" KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 W' c7 M) u3 t$ o! B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 c+ p7 c/ X9 ]8 H( o% x3 MYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 x1 ~5 t( `& k: r4 A3 P3 XBut I could have told you, Vincent, " j$ ]* R( f. @1 Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ n6 `1 c7 t: g1 YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 M3 F3 X" P: A+ ~) c! a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . L3 S" C+ [- v" L. y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! n; ?+ F$ s( z, f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 k+ s* f* I. CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % t, Y6 f# D, ? E5 \' h4 R
How you suffered for you sanity,- M2 n7 ?* W! K* ^
How you tried to set them free,
& ^; p# U9 v7 R% H8 d; H/ LThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 |& n. N# V N/ q* k. D+ g5 D7 v
Perhaps they never will. |
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