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. P9 X' ^: b* L/ o! n# gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# I( t3 w+ W0 n/ oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 X4 \, ~( |# w+ M" A3 o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% z9 |3 ^1 p. w3 X( uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! @9 [2 B2 @, O1 Y& A. F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- K4 A5 f: M( x0 y& RHow you suffered for you sanity,
& _1 j) |- ~6 y# ]5 PHow you tried to set them free,
9 l- z6 ?( {4 k# PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / N( c3 N2 n" T4 c% p. J5 _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . A7 G* G6 g4 ^* ?9 | x( i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% g2 ~' ~3 I' ?2 q& |" Q$ XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 ~# X5 f% F( F$ _$ P- J% I# C* xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: q7 k R' w2 W* MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; c0 h5 M2 R, R- m: ~3 }7 {, q. QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 u; _* L/ U* p$ k1 U' Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; V$ X8 v8 X z' }1 W- h
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! n' K" W) l* |, r& q; PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * H$ U9 H# Y) k6 T4 n9 ]1 L3 v7 G
% ~" v! j- x0 J0 }4 d, HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# |: c5 h: I. I2 `# @9 [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- ~$ m# s1 J" m7 o9 ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& N& c$ V' {) B. BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; R" K$ ~$ b9 cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , r+ Z8 p5 {) ~
How you suffered for you sanity,: z7 K, U) L0 {2 D0 Q5 q
How you tried to set them free, + D, \& _! M- N" f, T8 j9 D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 w8 s; I! Q9 P+ K' P0 r8 W$ rPerhaps they never will. |
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