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' H" w1 ^7 I2 b( bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) ]: Z: U$ w1 n9 R8 f# zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , {! z2 Y9 C! [( W B4 y w/ K/ y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 e) L! B( C# S, }" P* `( L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. j2 @( p4 D! e' w, `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ D6 k k+ P z* D5 b, `/ q
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 h" r0 H3 e5 @, z' IHow you tried to set them free, " _! ?3 ]* Z; z/ q6 X9 O7 _: i0 B. e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! I6 X" N" j) ~- h e% ^, gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * E5 ~8 H6 |, [9 w+ t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 g- }* a) W8 n9 |; ]% T8 B' d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % F( C+ M; G' p5 V( v2 ]( Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. {. Y/ q; z! D$ J$ D8 WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, E) X% }4 M$ @' F, [( ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" c; f8 f' h! G" K4 [/ qBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 e, {: \7 z$ ?' L: d* z1 n9 j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. w( s$ ]& B" [* c
4 [ J- I" O, NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : A7 [. M# s) G5 G# N4 q F, O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, v3 R' C$ M& o% fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 [ Q& u% E7 B% D1 o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + O1 n/ v g- \3 s% T8 L6 H1 K
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 R- W9 s$ ^# i: qHow you tried to set them free, 1 u7 t6 i/ G4 Q% o
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 X2 J1 m! ]/ X% m6 |
Perhaps they never will. |
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