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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: y' p; o# ~- P. l; JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! }. w: O- O7 A/ f4 [, {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) g# |4 \ c) p- n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ _% @4 j) }' ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
d8 b- W+ G% o& v3 j0 _; ^5 ?8 ~7 ?How you suffered for you sanity, 9 a, z1 P" q$ C4 f6 w' Y
How you tried to set them free, * J+ K8 m( U' W/ Q8 z1 O. m8 k, \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 a6 l. y$ C" J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 u1 A- ?3 q0 e, E5 aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& W! j9 |7 v. w: \" h0 m' ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . Q; _6 } z; S S5 c! O( j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 s2 l6 o* z L* XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, i- R1 @4 Q$ e1 u4 R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . v% q7 u! Y1 q; A. \! T
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! L1 x+ f; D4 J# x, R" k% y% dBut I could have told you, Vincent, . W- N6 F+ s z$ a0 o9 r, \( z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + E/ i7 J4 B' Y- G* c
/ R. q, ~4 K' p' z& q, d5 x* i0 JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & ^8 `3 q5 C6 U4 `3 h% j; ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; W E8 d4 \8 u# iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 D; ?7 u, h) K$ h. z2 Z9 r. f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # L+ m' [) V, L9 x, J3 d6 x8 E! }
& Q. G. @5 n- W! o! a# l6 {; DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 \$ n, w: d3 {1 E+ @How you suffered for you sanity,
; t8 w$ d& W/ i9 n/ mHow you tried to set them free, . Z# y; o" p9 Y4 ~3 L
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. y# d6 p) s. a8 t1 |/ ]Perhaps they never will. |
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