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2 T3 |# n) K2 D# j! RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % A1 q& r$ h2 f) h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, H& u1 S5 |5 k( oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ @1 i' r9 ~: ` z3 J6 b4 n3 Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . |6 K5 h+ @( w5 `% F9 ?# P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 H9 E8 r9 J; G1 H+ |, X1 N
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 F3 ^* G% T+ A; D* k, Y3 bHow you tried to set them free, 9 q5 L# S* A& f' H" r E4 k: q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. x* ~ h: ]4 l$ Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, Q) ]0 N/ `: G |+ M# H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 M% F9 B8 B% B0 \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 K$ h9 n# a4 {2 o d" k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' W, r8 h0 O: m. J' B+ d3 b/ {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 O" s4 R: x: f5 \# k" _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , [2 k6 f- ?0 C3 F* C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ w' B9 E$ o! c; oBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! ?" u1 D% D$ h3 ]$ @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 h! t8 c7 O$ r2 i6 g0 m
5 ~ f4 R% m6 g5 Q/ Z$ F* aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 t" @8 L- A: K1 I: K( f% U% L e% iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# J" q' S' X9 [: n* m' Z" rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 ~: J1 y: Q) z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 s) B3 v9 W/ L3 g" W9 d
8 E* a# X% U$ K& G2 @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. A5 ~9 K X2 I" j5 t* ]2 I9 oHow you suffered for you sanity,$ L# }$ t/ O3 J* ]
How you tried to set them free, # s1 N# t% z6 _. k5 c( J' b
They would not listen they're not listening still, # Y8 T+ W; c4 C9 r0 J. E
Perhaps they never will. |
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