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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" R4 q! |1 n9 b% J$ SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & u$ |! Q$ u9 N% N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 D1 E4 l+ S) B1 l$ g# h Q$ C' ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 f" R' o4 z; t2 C7 _7 ]5 z. E4 aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# j2 A. A7 x& EHow you suffered for you sanity, ( x5 ~8 F# ^ u3 F
How you tried to set them free, - c4 u8 F7 k0 f" E4 n ?6 @/ l/ B, o0 m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 Z/ ^: v- X3 ]1 Q+ h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" o7 Y' G0 N0 Y0 a9 Q) qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - O+ l% `; O( {( x1 |0 {/ Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 z; b$ Y* e7 q' j9 E) F( jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % ]: Y7 i7 c$ N; N6 ?- U
' _( l( n. B! R9 J' C; J5 EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 f' M; _% X/ F) K) ^+ UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& L. u+ B2 T) E! [. o! h X% b& SYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 C, W6 m9 c3 Z# W; Z
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' k7 g8 [: _6 ~4 l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . h2 G& f% a" ^) t3 k( G8 s4 Q/ j$ ^
! O# D |* o6 }2 B+ L2 v- RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) o# \- N: v! W1 u6 @2 vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 f& k8 B1 T; h3 ?6 I; A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
A. F1 x1 M! Z. E( [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 D/ |0 J" P7 A7 v7 qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 Z2 j% |" N5 t5 C$ zHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ F% _, `& L) `2 K3 h& CHow you tried to set them free, 1 W* u; }* i- N" t
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 o* `. C; y6 e" E. p) E, p/ t* kPerhaps they never will. |
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