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6 }: E# H. g9 q$ }' n- k) g4 ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % k" H) p+ q& J, ~! H$ V. o9 h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # I- Z8 L/ i& l" x* c* e. M2 g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 ]5 K5 u. o; b7 D" h4 F. _) SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 D, D1 W H4 D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% k/ g$ ^/ V5 o% y3 r" R6 M5 A# V
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 ~% h" c3 W) I' W J
How you tried to set them free, ) }# N( V/ D6 n+ M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, F* R: S' G. q9 w) IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 c7 j& O% j& g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' E$ g& T U$ j- @6 fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " O/ r9 _% w' E4 E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ x' I5 s+ w, U. f
3 D+ z6 m6 [- DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 e! z! z6 F8 g# z& }$ _* m2 IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 C" Q/ @- Q& W6 x, r! W9 u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# B' u$ c3 Q% O' \, ]& i5 fBut I could have told you, Vincent,
v0 }% o$ B3 ~* Q8 vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) {) C2 A3 W7 m& D7 ]% U
* J* Z/ h( x) hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, L. c2 O# b6 h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: d4 C6 }2 M( \$ }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 g7 Y3 |2 Y' Y; L- G0 E; wThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 i8 H7 c+ V% U( ]
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 H4 N" G, q( q+ u0 W0 x& S# ]: ^How you suffered for you sanity,/ P {9 I) B1 D$ L3 W
How you tried to set them free, + g |# P1 _! T& b" V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ t' s' g. A+ \" c2 `Perhaps they never will. |
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