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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. {( q$ U9 G7 k& QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 W1 W+ |1 \* r7 Z: K! {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) b( ^ N$ L& d; P6 l( I: x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / S3 h( _( | v6 f* O# v5 n2 a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 H' |6 a& ?. s) p* A, m- o. |
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 O2 Q/ D) V2 ~9 p/ d, Q) {. f# W" r) X
How you tried to set them free,
, z, e) Y0 J3 E" Q/ H5 X! hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ J6 h) N# f) @8 KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 b- b4 R' f; c+ e' N+ BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. Z5 L3 Y( ?- X8 f5 gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ h9 G# a' J# ~# W2 F7 ~# ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 H* d3 a! ^0 A5 {# F- a* Q9 g6 H
0 q3 b, Y2 `2 M0 L' x! i6 u4 O. ]' EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ D4 _; `, h$ uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , [" T, R# x# p: K s3 W2 l
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! W6 m9 x& [) t. Q9 o" W
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 V/ A3 ]: g7 E3 o' y8 r: D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- ]/ V$ u7 n% X1 ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ E9 g1 a$ L) x" U# U$ y5 a/ O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : I; W7 { ~+ n1 y3 Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ k$ t9 |$ x2 A; B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . R/ _9 m0 i! {4 y3 O2 ?
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * D" `# m7 w# W* C' J" T- v4 C
How you suffered for you sanity,
; ?) o- _7 {- _: h1 R+ V2 k& nHow you tried to set them free, * u/ H& D0 ^' ?. R) \4 s |! F* N
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 P9 ?- M0 R. k- MPerhaps they never will. |
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