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) [' G$ e6 u! j* Z/ s7 r* uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # o- f3 S/ f- s2 M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / G2 U0 c1 t: E8 O0 f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 o, g# E: d" r _9 q8 o! H# k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * ]7 A% q( X* D3 \7 `4 Z, n0 m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! S- L5 u( s4 y
How you suffered for you sanity, $ j0 O' i. e. h+ ?. c$ k1 @
How you tried to set them free, ' [2 ]- e9 C1 n6 E& o7 O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % I3 ~$ \2 f: ?. k% H8 e+ `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( ]4 g) V7 x( USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, ^ p$ _: G/ u6 f8 Q. WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" Y5 T7 y1 |( T% UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 N$ d2 ^* H3 r3 i; i4 [! kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 C' k" Q1 Y- E% j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 f& u6 R x, ?4 Z1 l8 EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ J/ k4 c& n h) o$ m7 N4 z- HBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( k' g$ ~' @8 H$ j7 d' c4 a9 [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 S# W, [/ L( y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) h3 N& Q' I1 o/ h( ~) s/ uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / W2 o+ G& |; n, m2 @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' j9 ^0 s/ C/ V- A7 n
1 J8 o9 c$ P: X- ~ r% c! @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 y+ n. {( j X8 V/ x4 r7 o# w
How you suffered for you sanity,! i& h8 ]: v$ }7 M' I0 T: _
How you tried to set them free,
: N' d2 e2 S" a. ?9 x: T) HThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 a6 V. j) V3 d8 _* ?% I& \5 H g# J9 |Perhaps they never will. |
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