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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' `- _3 S3 [# }5 E0 o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 B* ^ }) f: Y7 S" q& ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! x8 j6 k$ S5 z8 Z8 @4 |5 U7 ~1 k5 t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, s( _$ ]" x5 {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 ]! }8 w" q3 X2 R: e
How you suffered for you sanity, " x* y2 P" r% K0 J4 r
How you tried to set them free,
# V- ?; | u' f+ }3 b- _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 b2 l) k/ K8 G$ N' {8 iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. _( h& a* F* Q+ I& {6 PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( Z) |7 T6 a4 h0 i+ y2 Z/ ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 P4 ?/ h3 M1 X( S6 aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & D2 O4 ]5 p+ w* U8 y) a* O3 y
: N9 v1 r% T( n4 }. _9 E% C% X! MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! s9 O% W' u- i1 `6 i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
u4 j' H8 _" |: `You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( e0 N# s+ E; Y1 ]9 [But I could have told you, Vincent,
. s1 r U; `# c, P1 ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 c& n8 }$ ]' S2 K9 ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 z! F( j5 e9 @( Q) r: j; I4 W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; p! l4 u! X8 KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ {) @" C( _6 z; s: j% b. z' |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 J, P! q3 j3 d, N
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# B2 O+ E, D! z! hHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 A3 R$ r$ p4 L/ M( y- ]How you tried to set them free, + f8 x9 o- }+ G Z0 O: t
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# R4 s9 C4 b5 O- [ v( C$ }6 UPerhaps they never will. |
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