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- h# L4 @. n9 \( i: }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " l- t% k# L: p7 _) M# \8 o; g \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 d! I, U$ _; `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- w& E" J e2 t% _/ g f' SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* c- o. f0 g# L. T: }/ iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: R2 t0 u5 p E h
How you suffered for you sanity, t2 n: m% k# F! q! }* @+ A1 n
How you tried to set them free,
/ c# r' i# q6 n# T' v# K3 Q, j+ eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ V, C# u; l( \ R* iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 m' g( t4 T" G4 r2 L6 s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* c; ~3 u# F, G g( \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 r: q# L- t6 b! w! w2 E uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / W- G3 q3 E( o1 [3 m
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: C7 e+ H4 T/ U( G! @- ?; G& b- ~, d- r$ GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ S. d9 |* @" Y' t' P6 o& l/ KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; @- S6 p1 O2 e6 C
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; w" V2 A2 L: x8 c/ R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 k$ h7 l, r, M( A
) C: ~, W7 t) Z- n# yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) a5 u8 ]! |# a1 v* f- SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* W4 D. ]( \- H8 U0 h* B. F: `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- m$ ^5 P1 _9 c; vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - {6 {2 [; e; P* l5 z3 ~: H
7 l8 Y% M3 M* @# z: uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ b% i. M* v) i6 u- X; v5 YHow you suffered for you sanity,% E# A7 |2 G* C7 m
How you tried to set them free, ; _) c; r* m6 C9 Z2 u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! b% b) S6 A* @% SPerhaps they never will. |
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