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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: _% H$ S" W/ q z9 H7 VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' H4 q5 x0 }* q ?5 X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( K- w- P4 c) ` Z5 Z6 x' U# M: @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
~. Q2 J. Z$ A. s' g! Y- t' iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' f! V: X0 ]$ l8 C1 X6 a6 {6 ?4 ]$ m
How you suffered for you sanity,
% Z3 J$ U) J/ g1 r0 L% ]How you tried to set them free, Q9 V- Y. `6 S& M7 x* G7 f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" T! c7 g/ E+ g i( A2 N$ g2 BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ D8 l: o, w8 l/ L4 F5 O& ]2 q( ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 f& A8 U4 D. ]! E+ l+ j2 K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) K M9 i4 o1 \; gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ [* P& a( E9 B! ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ E7 K G- p8 y9 F3 b# pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . |5 R$ Q3 x6 @* @; S& K
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! Q$ T# A$ R' Z/ d2 I# r! J
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' Q# {( _* O9 ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " i8 v) U O" H& O8 h9 ]4 a* D
! E: M# t+ U- W9 O: j& Y( W, L! sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # m/ U W; \" z" R2 v6 I- n5 G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 l6 e4 @, Y3 v% ?4 n8 U1 ~+ YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, G2 }& c; I- p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! h \7 b8 V* ^8 f4 @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 m% t0 c0 ]8 L6 u6 \
How you suffered for you sanity,! q# s. v. V1 I7 P/ p7 r
How you tried to set them free,
0 d9 L7 J& F& @! H1 H4 EThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 ?& G) S* j# m5 \5 w+ j0 q
Perhaps they never will. |
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