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# p, j( e, J- N- @1 q! K$ lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- b% r4 o' b3 O$ I8 YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 m; u& j0 ~: \# h4 K' ? _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 y! r: W! r! {5 _' u& I2 v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 [/ Z) X% ~/ e% e: g% U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# n) S% t* a& qHow you suffered for you sanity,
* S C2 j+ Q* pHow you tried to set them free,
1 A$ I" }: @' e# Y4 LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 Z$ f- V7 z8 K4 S9 T4 PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, |3 R& w' w- O% I% w% e' M2 p8 M/ J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ E. v8 o* N" f u" T8 s2 _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 m: h; O: N: Y/ Z& S, _$ iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 Z4 o6 x: J& K8 I9 O
9 a# N& L1 p% ^( t7 IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' p) T$ q8 K8 hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( Y! [9 W4 e3 {. @2 U" CYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ i0 B C6 V: }# U$ A: uBut I could have told you, Vincent, + Z: z+ a4 | E" r/ R1 L# b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # L4 }+ @$ C# E( b( `8 ?1 J5 i8 I8 x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' x6 d6 H+ \! WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 F, K, L( k# T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 Q$ d# k n- {; }& l1 v
& D$ u5 Z; D8 }$ b' DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' t2 J" l7 W- lHow you suffered for you sanity,
" W$ b' {. L! f, Q9 i6 dHow you tried to set them free, ! J- V# R) \& o4 q: A8 m
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 R+ ?7 {% }) `) K7 x% z
Perhaps they never will. |
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