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% Y; F! z3 [2 |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " L; o- Z+ e/ u8 `( e5 E) V; R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 E3 v9 e7 E2 Z) X' H6 U& u! {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 I* T3 k7 D( d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 S5 y% H8 l) k2 ~+ b! ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 G" B' A0 I# Y/ x* h3 b$ W
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 _$ Q; q/ X! ]How you tried to set them free, " p! M- d a# E: Z) _3 a! n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) D8 U' s y, l. b3 VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 G# j' U! q$ @- j& b, h7 l( o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# W9 n/ e. z9 o+ X& s1 |' j, ?9 G3 BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 Z* o" \$ A+ S W/ HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 p2 ?" G' X/ o
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : W9 a0 H/ }" G1 b* S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % L( O6 E: E+ Q- u) d* P
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# ~" A" |% p5 R, O) g" KBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, `; y' H8 [ z, i$ H* G' gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) {9 J* D0 S8 q+ |
: `* E- w! d# P: Q: _3 [2 Q' J! XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; v2 g" C2 V0 S! b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 h, Y; e( e/ h$ C0 W5 t& _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 ^+ P* q* _# Z8 Z8 YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! F) A/ w* G- iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) i$ `8 V4 M/ S
How you suffered for you sanity,2 |- ?+ T- ^$ b/ _; k
How you tried to set them free, 2 l; p( U, o1 u, G) M/ R
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& `5 V* |2 L+ ]9 A2 B+ K9 ^" WPerhaps they never will. |
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