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, M( j4 v6 s0 m: V! v& k' y7 }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, Y G8 s" d2 G ?8 n) D2 nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# a4 E& H7 X( i+ KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 X. c. K: k; u4 aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; n( E5 S/ x# l# I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' j2 }- Z& L1 N. a: f
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 O; k ~$ h/ }. ^7 e' E+ x1 Q
How you tried to set them free, & c3 b2 \9 d; z+ d# F+ V5 N7 B( q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 i' B9 t3 o- {8 c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * P/ X5 T7 ^) j1 k: o/ a3 q: C" K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 O. U; I' \3 [& ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - W# ~$ P& p+ W% ^6 Q# \- `5 t' y, a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( u% g8 l- h- B7 t, PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 w' w6 z8 D" u6 U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ P! T+ D: h$ T* E7 Z$ l4 n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 i$ Q) _5 ?" h4 P. g1 L3 b1 d" |# `But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 I& d& _ A) f! L5 E! _& G; CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 Q4 Y+ g N5 j8 ~3 z/ x$ P8 t. [! h
' C% J# U( ~& d9 Y* J. ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! v; Q* d7 W7 bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& w6 V5 o8 k3 p& r6 i- T' I+ {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 H' C0 o: C* ?( {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ k/ W9 o- N; ]7 I+ T* ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & J+ q9 h! Q: c
How you suffered for you sanity,# B. ?6 g% [( r- L% \* }
How you tried to set them free,
* X3 t N# i- e4 pThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. V, [$ c" @: w1 [Perhaps they never will. |
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