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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* h, h! p, Z( \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% X, ~0 Z: H3 }! YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ d4 V9 V4 J( A1 \1 Y; P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , D/ \' K- i( t4 N7 {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; M0 ~& r3 O: n+ h( v- XHow you suffered for you sanity, / T2 _/ d9 n9 p
How you tried to set them free, 2 Q/ f" K# e- w/ Q* S% J5 h( W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* v! l" t& g* y" }2 IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 E2 _4 I2 l( h! cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : w3 Q# e- O; c" @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 z- [; ^4 U2 h" j9 s' `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # B+ W( H% `0 U% k% }7 T) y
( |# z) F/ Z8 U# j* jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, l7 r8 \" W3 B5 `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, |: A$ E; U4 n
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - K7 h/ i+ y4 s# f2 F: w! h! o* C
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 K) S3 D) _7 N. t' l2 M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " ~$ P p: \& M5 b* v. d3 l( m ]' i
# F; x9 ^1 k2 U. n3 BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 U: Q; G K% Q" z0 {" r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: d2 `7 h9 k* a" FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ O% f" Y9 X* A. XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: h# s/ ~# l/ P& p3 iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 L3 F- g3 @2 n+ h7 M& x, c0 Z gHow you suffered for you sanity,- n9 U* N$ g/ q; r+ ^9 L
How you tried to set them free,
8 \& p9 a0 Y5 r! M& YThey would not listen they're not listening still, - J; E, i: |- c! ]' C- W
Perhaps they never will. |
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