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2 K* e* G" q4 g- ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
s- z6 l# z% f/ @1 {2 N/ ]( QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( n7 X; C+ ~0 P$ J* m# ]) vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* z6 R& @7 M! B2 e a; k& ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* q$ r! R( t% r1 u8 ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* G- F( ^! E/ t& i: ^3 R1 BHow you suffered for you sanity, ! g6 |% Y, `' @5 U) j/ a3 E6 {
How you tried to set them free,
: t$ o& V$ X$ ^3 K& f5 iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 I. e9 W. V; I' h9 C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) [4 T0 O0 S" P/ t5 jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 s+ T) | _3 E% J, N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ n4 B& z2 q {: F2 a! [" _+ NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 N5 s3 G& T+ |4 W X ~; GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 S. M3 z- s* O3 M2 `+ d9 h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ j. l7 T2 Y" Q5 R+ fYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % q& L/ t$ w+ @) O& S0 q
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 F; o% A* l$ z0 b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 _* f' [+ F8 i8 o' r+ W& @; W
! }2 A) `% _( P3 DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; B! S) V" w% ~! Q. k- PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 }, D9 e0 }2 h: ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 S& T4 [6 L4 H% s" _2 V8 }: WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! k' p( D' R4 x$ GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' N( G) n$ E2 J, C% j7 M+ ~! ]How you suffered for you sanity,' C2 G1 o$ s1 \" {& z C/ f
How you tried to set them free, 1 p9 s' q% F, j) L( P' L* Z S3 u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' ]- J ?! c2 J3 f: P' z4 z& ~: ^Perhaps they never will. |
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