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* M$ m1 A0 o! iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 y4 {- i4 e' d+ S* a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. X9 Y( G& z( T4 k4 AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 Q$ f4 Q b: u+ Q! f4 l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ K& E. j( ~9 F+ `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ c3 K* G1 d6 [1 X
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ U3 D9 Q: m9 C' S% oHow you tried to set them free,
4 x8 `/ o" z$ E* V: r8 |0 [/ A( bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ P2 y1 j1 N; p( @0 M# _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' r$ Q% e8 g- i+ RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ N% ]" L' _% FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 |3 p+ I0 `# l4 S9 b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 A o0 x% B3 v0 e+ O
4 @/ y; F$ _9 W u9 DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 `7 S+ h% w- D( w& fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 e( Q5 j6 h' X, Z4 `8 _: V
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; Y& k& a; `$ B+ S+ XBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 O3 z4 E/ l- Y3 y' p8 [' V xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% C3 Q2 j6 O( J. {# qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ j% b# V3 m* r5 ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 [7 m! `+ J* H: S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 \ ]0 p6 I1 ]* e% @2 y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 w- U N4 H0 i
How you suffered for you sanity,. Q; H6 Y5 A3 p6 R3 ~
How you tried to set them free,
, ~8 Q+ ^) ^" u' }3 t3 ~$ {They would not listen they're not listening still, ) S; i* {- A t: y' ~; ]# C$ m
Perhaps they never will. |
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