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, x* y# J0 h' X! rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& u H7 Z3 \/ F' S, G6 ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( g0 [5 Q" `' x% f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# i& L. f2 Q& K' L; p( Q# ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 H& ^. G( v+ f, z! M" E5 D6 m. r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 L7 N6 o. P, O. Q5 I
How you suffered for you sanity, . y6 w1 I. d1 l# X
How you tried to set them free,
- P* n8 \1 z, e% aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: u% Q1 _* i. M* h S$ cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " E! r4 e h% f u# F; i/ @& h& g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# s1 y D( p3 V2 m; ~ \ I' VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 J$ m3 ], o B" V6 \7 nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) J& z9 U' Z. y9 _ p3 F' a" g
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - B5 o3 C/ T/ g) b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 ?8 j1 j. G" n" @. V pYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* R7 ^- s1 D9 d* G2 G- a7 }. U, QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! f( v+ r/ R2 n/ J% k8 Q! W, t- zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 I8 M4 E' ]6 n: j1 y3 z5 g
$ o& [$ X n8 Z. WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; a5 Z+ ?; t) A. }! _( vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 _/ k) k( [% R/ |' i* w" V; ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( d6 @1 K6 ?8 i, [
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,
* x( Z% S, f } T' Y! ?How you suffered for you sanity,! P. f; g! ]( f4 |( G
How you tried to set them free, 2 P, q8 Q3 M C5 y u3 X- o6 \" F
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 ]* R5 F2 t, A, P# f
Perhaps they never will. |
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