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9 |+ l5 l/ X+ T+ f, `) g- nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 [0 w: u" P/ C8 ^# t. ?- i% O) ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! |" `) q* c2 R- CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 p8 f" V% A' a. U( QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 Y2 v- G' @0 ]1 j; e: O9 x o# `! hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( j3 ?' ` q/ v7 I, X5 p* g. q4 N9 H
How you suffered for you sanity,
" C. K. V/ d0 @0 R9 \How you tried to set them free, , Y( c/ I/ J5 p/ F* V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 _- j9 v4 r) [! A5 `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 F0 r& U. Y' Q |! h0 W# F$ |* hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 m/ s" }3 R B) z$ VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; K( ^% Z. l3 i3 |4 G* q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' M1 k0 C) D' `; t4 o
- G+ n4 n" S" Z& V+ Q" {For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 A; s9 c6 G+ v; ^7 `* nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, A! {* M1 W5 D+ K+ X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) H; Y# C$ v! uBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 T% f4 d5 q CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 R0 p Z/ H! a ` [- t; B
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ _2 J4 F' b9 S% X {2 B: l, V' J: @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 |: l" j# o1 u# y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: H6 B" u5 _) d9 E. Y! w3 g$ \+ HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; x0 w" a& W- H4 I$ d& bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 x$ _: p4 ~7 u& _( ?
How you suffered for you sanity,: Z1 Z; R! g& m1 U5 R# [/ _
How you tried to set them free, 8 |$ H8 X7 b7 {! s3 I; I, C' g$ S9 j. J
They would not listen they're not listening still, : F* x" H4 f7 w& _
Perhaps they never will. |
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