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8 b1 g( I/ c8 s" QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # o* n4 X; k( o5 e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 A- s4 u" |$ _# m" D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 R; |: T( q* m" b4 BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, R+ S0 A; W0 Z LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: F$ q* T7 P) y" a7 `% L. m
How you suffered for you sanity, ) u4 [( J2 o$ R! J$ t6 q3 s4 v- W7 l
How you tried to set them free,
$ f1 Q( G. P6 `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! i( C9 o( R) g Q! V$ p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 _. k/ D ?+ O* `4 ]9 U% k" t USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . M. B" Y$ ~; h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
}! A* J9 P/ F, m ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. x2 q$ d2 j4 e' ]+ }' \( h$ q
; C$ W, Q) B5 A6 c" Q" _7 bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 }; U; l- m4 g: I( TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# N1 h4 y5 l+ ]& `. g( ^You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 u8 _0 _" T+ f; C P1 W2 QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" {' M2 `# ]# Y# ]: VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
N: B% J8 i& {6 W& {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) I3 p2 Q5 I+ u+ x2 |$ hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * F( C: p4 o* [# z( L# s4 P& G
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,
& P. ^) `5 c9 L! NHow you suffered for you sanity,, {( E4 h) v; t
How you tried to set them free,
% d: m; ^8 s' Q) F9 v% P! H7 |3 z \They would not listen they're not listening still,
, V4 h: b/ q8 L WPerhaps they never will. |
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