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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 v3 ]! |8 i1 D% T: O( X1 n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' L2 f2 }. q6 J6 C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ E5 W# a0 y) `, i) y( U, K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ e: W; t7 @0 h$ e; WNow I understand what you tried to say to me, k8 ` g2 S8 g7 L+ P# j
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ O/ ^8 B" q; B9 x8 a& \! wHow you tried to set them free,
! C4 g4 s3 h/ \) v) ]0 n3 vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; `* l6 u) m% l6 Q$ u: p ?' uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 g3 g/ y6 ~$ h6 u7 C, NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 \) I& s8 t v% k9 t. A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 T3 G- V8 z- JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- P, N. _! x+ u- ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ ]+ `1 B9 Y' HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 v% B7 a1 ~8 d( a6 V3 V5 Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : q# i- u1 q' v% I1 W. c' X/ c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 l' |! o- l7 s' h. {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! t8 Y; k% d- Y) N' n& S, Y
8 m! X$ ~3 C8 y# n2 u% ^+ u' {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 f, L! W( ^: p3 H, Q! {; T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( |- ~& p( l6 \: d, g0 } VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% T- M3 D$ b. J% FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 e* ^ {9 T+ n; b
7 i1 C( f7 B; p2 nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# |4 ~0 T, P: A$ G3 P- q) nHow you suffered for you sanity,& ]/ A% ~* F% Y k% n- p
How you tried to set them free,
2 F. B8 {; @* c& H/ ^5 lThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. i. y$ p; B, bPerhaps they never will. |
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