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3 K$ @( c1 Y# l9 J% O& ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 G u9 N: i3 R% e! |( BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 `0 v5 y: a# Q, _; H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 V1 W, {1 ^4 M( G: K- B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ x2 D% u3 i$ fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 n: ~8 y% S7 g$ [1 U* pHow you suffered for you sanity, . e B) [) j; a9 l; C
How you tried to set them free,
# H) V- c( e \% k1 _2 AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , M, M* a8 S1 u, M: |. a. o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- w/ f& q: u: ?. _6 O' iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: O* L7 I; W# m6 K* J; G. c9 NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 D. l2 |: ?" x/ y2 q( r# N" E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 N+ q# u$ _! Q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, M* @- D" X! x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 ]/ P6 w3 C( PYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * c* ~6 y- a/ d% C: ]3 E3 l" T6 i
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& X5 e: ]$ P2 {" k3 ?9 M& LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 ^8 c7 H R' J+ [8 E! q
' V1 F: N6 d$ r! ]3 DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 a6 U* N4 l; `+ i# l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 R v: V' n9 `) \9 }7 K5 ]* pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# V. {; a9 w _" _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 J; A) y# b/ m% E$ l8 I5 H2 o
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : |7 x! y$ f; x9 K6 g
How you suffered for you sanity,$ H/ j: v0 [9 h9 i3 q- |% }2 i
How you tried to set them free,
: }" I8 H, i+ |0 w5 n" z6 z5 Q; \! UThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! l, f2 A1 f+ K0 x. _: U' X1 u
Perhaps they never will. |
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