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4 w2 W6 V# c4 X& MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 f. j3 X; _. e/ [6 c2 j* ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 z6 m7 l# K8 r/ o2 U6 BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, _/ U0 H+ l" t4 O9 R+ a! I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- i, ^* ~# g+ m+ zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. Z; @9 o; W$ j) x. g1 PHow you suffered for you sanity, : c& \6 ^ C5 c
How you tried to set them free, % R5 A3 I1 s% v9 M* L; r0 N+ ^4 r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( _. Y& h; w2 Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ J6 S/ i$ [5 |9 h! a. s, FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; ^$ ^2 k: `# r+ oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; Y, L+ u# F. i& `+ O" Y* r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 L. d3 c% S8 N% JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; @- q) Z3 {* S/ _0 CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
{% s+ {7 s- d9 y0 S. {' ?You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# }; F2 k) [. @9 E" q9 c6 ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 U' \2 w, |. w9 [1 a4 UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; u( E" k0 b3 k' i" B- a; C. c5 ~
. h; v3 M2 ^( _$ t4 {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 i7 P, ~0 `0 O1 B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 b8 X4 R" A9 |7 S& _; d& f! xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) S" J8 @2 r9 q" K. c0 gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : U3 z S' u& |' \2 M) i
5 x4 E! S8 ~1 u/ K* e+ tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ z- n6 c4 W( C2 u3 }/ V9 C2 ]/ N
How you suffered for you sanity,3 t2 r( [" J" O+ p- _
How you tried to set them free, / b# t: L- `. F
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) l: f0 |' Q! Z. \* E' N: {' j
Perhaps they never will. |
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