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) o6 k% x- b/ y, r& KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& F' J8 g; d) X; G, dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # b* z6 \9 }# f, E5 F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: _3 O+ y/ h% x! M5 aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 d. @1 |* X R/ F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; O( J( H: _) w; }; n- BHow you suffered for you sanity,
* }! r3 a* X, YHow you tried to set them free, ) j8 F. U$ c; ?. c; p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( V3 G6 H* k: U( ?+ O% y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# {% z R; P4 d4 ~* QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& @" p* E/ k: C" V9 e; MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 Q. ~3 ~) e7 [! o( o: q- F5 r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* Q* F! |! N6 e. ]! uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 y6 t7 k' z' [ @5 P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / D% P" A% Z5 |' y g
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 C8 h# I! c3 V6 e/ nBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) |) [$ g+ b# v S/ a+ p: z# ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , x3 Q6 n; D: E1 C
" B- p/ a: f3 fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! \0 w3 m; P3 d' s, x B3 @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) J' F+ C$ T- @+ j& P) H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & o9 e/ J$ Y) A2 H( r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) I6 W" y8 K& L/ p* I# o# R6 r
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 k. i( [' o7 n0 k& R3 A$ hHow you tried to set them free,
( U6 I- l/ n6 [" L- U) dThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ l% P: C) J9 C( XPerhaps they never will. |
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