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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 t5 A E) y& G' M9 XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / ^( ]! O$ ~' o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* y* k! q# }+ F! R8 sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 b. Q" p# h8 v$ |$ `3 t2 @9 a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, A; _5 N8 J/ ~) Z: A( \2 [
How you suffered for you sanity, " m' z2 ?( E& H Z; h
How you tried to set them free,
& _" s2 A6 H! m; ? d. ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ G% u( l h; N4 t7 `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * Y+ A4 F( l5 N. q4 S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 b+ R1 ~! n0 J) l- lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# ]) h5 k. P [4 X* ?$ F- wWeathered 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,
8 o5 C) M: Z w# @& u; c) i) BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, v- f. M5 i; ~You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( Z; Z3 B- Z1 d% {" R+ v! F2 ~! UBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; b; G7 K- E- \% w) K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ F! k* m- U" n h4 u
! U1 t2 L/ ~2 l5 v3 T8 r6 o, a3 dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( f1 b9 k1 _8 a0 l; sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' U. K) y0 o2 K9 @2 J# B9 t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 H! i6 I- ]1 l$ c# S4 T' t% v" w( CThe 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,
# M# P6 C2 c# T: PHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 M$ S" I! f. n9 {1 qHow you tried to set them free,
. X- O# y/ Q* w* k7 fThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' `5 {0 R( S. M& o' lPerhaps they never will. |
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