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$ n1 u( B* u4 sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% @6 M1 Y* B/ p, k6 L: cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 k F+ \4 ]/ w8 o: w5 u! CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 j# @/ c- |. h6 r9 P2 GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 g+ q( V) e+ p i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% X* A5 s" P- x& J, S4 j, Q/ FHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 m3 G4 a2 m. z) XHow you tried to set them free, * y5 m. `6 d: ^6 e9 _2 {0 l0 O" G- s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ S" W8 Q% D+ z+ j @! v' N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 ^" f" O) f& G( @0 H* }9 l2 pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 I- Q! b' J% s3 E# y/ h1 Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * x0 G9 h" L/ d% K9 c
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, / @ k9 y9 Q! H$ ^4 d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% k5 ?+ K6 c. L# J; A% H, oYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; S# e& ?) d8 T. e4 G% v5 q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. q/ p# `' r: d1 ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " V) l: ~$ z5 d$ @/ X
3 q/ U7 x& o0 F. m8 r1 HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 U$ m# p8 S/ x1 ^; _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) k3 v& e! X& `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 _% x, L* T: X1 xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 c6 p) f/ L7 X& V0 t9 y7 f9 N1 Y; F
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 E5 k6 B6 w- k$ o" LHow you suffered for you sanity,5 Z. P" L8 h; e% Q
How you tried to set them free,
# O: @$ y& N: o$ [4 u- ZThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* E0 X1 K) P" Y% c2 d5 wPerhaps they never will. |
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