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U' G" I. m p' w- }/ P& vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # x; ^( h' z! `. \# l/ h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( D% r. X# k9 L& ]/ \" P qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 n$ ]6 n4 ?+ ?, J5 L5 g* q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# ^" l' [8 d* a+ {4 N- SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 o" t6 `- U) VHow you suffered for you sanity,
. X; m9 L9 Z" h3 s8 e! {! i4 [How you tried to set them free, B+ a s2 }- e8 @; z; \( A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . g; u* k, l: ~; @* T @ H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 V) }$ h: H, h' U& f2 O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# A# e2 u& J- A, |4 fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ Q9 T% w" m# T/ `: MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( w$ z4 z; J4 y5 `) y' f0 s
2 Q- p5 ^* w, m: N3 j rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 D% e- e8 Y; g& m9 f6 j' N1 JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 p3 }! P$ {* W& I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - a. z+ j' j: S& Y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( u0 i2 \. p8 c7 LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* `& v m+ o& s& U0 }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % m' k7 ^: \; |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 ]+ y3 f2 J8 i6 ?4 z& d# o$ y" g9 g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & m% W5 S+ D1 i: O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 G% p) B0 C/ a4 y
! b( P- B/ c1 m8 n) xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, n3 Y! k2 t0 X/ k
How you suffered for you sanity,- H3 s& U! g; M: h! a( {
How you tried to set them free,
5 ~& k; G5 e! |' ^" h; {; R6 YThey would not listen they're not listening still,
^+ G$ b! m5 V( f9 x- B& oPerhaps they never will. |
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