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J6 F. s- j/ n5 U) eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! I4 X) ^3 o4 k1 U' g; v+ L& X% M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% y, G$ @& e) c1 h& KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 }' o# D5 r1 T: P! ]8 {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 K# _/ {/ `3 {$ m7 d! XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) P5 l; a. P# h! G4 h, b: \% B
How you suffered for you sanity, + y) @4 G! ^4 D# E: N
How you tried to set them free,
" K1 D) @! Y) E9 \0 cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ F! Y# n: S7 S; j! ^8 e& P) W% _- k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . G1 p) y' A+ R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% ~5 _) d+ w. O% a. @ r& V$ R fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! E( j7 j: c* B4 \2 N/ zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; H f) J9 X$ c' V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( i) p r, j# W1 }8 e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) q9 K! o' n# {1 E" hYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 s8 B4 e. m4 M( L
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 s7 E& V- }2 s( LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ m" z& P; a0 b0 T; zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ {' j' B( j( H( S! FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; o+ A( @* t( Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& _0 }$ R% G( mThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & h6 x. t4 z8 v6 Y1 M
/ p: u$ i5 t6 g( M* W4 t1 o( K4 `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ O X+ `7 T" ?9 gHow you suffered for you sanity,( R( W- O- n4 M* N% |8 I# O
How you tried to set them free, * _% |& E4 ~; O9 ?, o" y
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 \* E8 }4 b' d/ b4 C9 Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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