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1 e2 J; N& |; qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) J& [* a; O# V6 r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( c3 J- L% H. o- }6 ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) S& x+ u9 ?0 X; `8 UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& Q; ~9 q* E$ ?1 o; ?- tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# Y% i" I7 u. _5 K. \8 T m8 VHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 @, P V% V- g5 q) jHow you tried to set them free,
{& G7 @. ] E/ P$ |8 q9 E4 s( aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: G9 t9 v6 t* c% s6 e/ _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 A- @% b6 L: y. q" c5 u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. K7 |/ f' ^. i( XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! I; n0 T7 D3 t$ j7 f( N) mWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 H' i8 i% C+ t. {
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 F! p2 U( z% ]. {, M9 _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 c" ]4 \6 n( Y6 uYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 g; p& `& Z+ z* P' y9 h$ ]8 q+ |; _
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' r: q/ J |, i: z7 [. C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 c1 _( Q% M$ D( \+ \
: f) ^$ b7 F' ~1 ~) f) R9 ^. e' e) oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 M! `0 n7 F/ s: p, X5 k2 V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. p1 Q. E K( w' F& ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( D0 W- V4 }' o- L+ Z% eThe 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, 0 v& L5 k" K' C/ c
How you suffered for you sanity,- Q6 |4 M6 k3 ^ G( O
How you tried to set them free, % Z5 A, o/ f3 j" I* d' F
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# I7 C; O. J. _0 O2 j0 TPerhaps they never will. |
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