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. y2 j8 Z& ^+ X- F) S/ Y% b% \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 E# T( p; J p% i) U* _: NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 y+ E M- p& n0 b. F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" v }# {/ h# h$ j$ U U- XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : i) [- m8 q* h% s" Q+ }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 ?, Q" m9 X) [# _" L* o* u* `How you suffered for you sanity, 2 \# N$ F9 \; Q
How you tried to set them free, 2 Q" B, j8 u* p0 p% o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 a: c! C/ n& s% A$ L! C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- b0 G& V8 E( O3 x( ]& E! [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: R, [# [" s' MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( i- Q& u; J+ `* K4 c- fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! U9 {1 g. T0 P4 D! c5 o. Q- f
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 R9 A w! b$ [. n5 [; x3 f( UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , L1 H+ v1 g V1 [0 A+ B: A
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * _! F, t! T4 K" g% o- L( K
But I could have told you, Vincent,
z5 z1 }6 {4 G3 ^# @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 o7 w3 n! {) e+ S* l% A8 i
, x! q2 c+ G( P5 J# SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
t' P( ?' A5 j0 T+ B& p( }7 uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# p. m; g* z) K6 r3 ]2 w( ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) p& G+ K! I: {1 m/ [! R8 ^& l1 [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# E( x: r& ?$ J- xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 t7 H! L, @ Y4 K0 z9 RHow you suffered for you sanity,1 N) u# x; L' C7 s. f
How you tried to set them free,
% O( o1 ]# r+ A) W1 x$ cThey would not listen they're not listening still, " G8 e n$ H, a5 z$ K" U. |
Perhaps they never will. |
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