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6 l& S9 b$ h* z Y# C a# _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" G. d) _5 } L- f- q- CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - _( ]) r. x% @$ O# @0 E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ x! @0 m$ I: x* Z+ X3 v% `4 U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: Q. E4 {; n2 Q- j3 L) S8 t* j! `# RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ E) N8 [/ ~6 | Z# E& h' H9 F' ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ G3 }& G/ {: w1 oHow you tried to set them free, ) t- I$ k- S7 | b& [4 k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; _& w1 `, M! [3 b5 E7 o+ B: uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 C8 d O# ^3 c$ M$ \0 L7 X8 k8 l0 M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( h3 }$ Z% q6 n0 G/ J3 x f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) U, E% X7 [- D, A# G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : ?1 C/ P3 z6 y- n
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! o' C) m4 s" b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 W4 ~" r+ ?9 F
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + ~4 e7 {& t$ `# t1 w% v7 [. P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* w6 B( x5 _2 T' S% W7 SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! M8 ~& S/ k, w+ m" y& mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 c& `. x% [" ?. R3 Y/ h" dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 y7 H/ e$ R1 b& |" p* T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( R! E, d# R+ |% ^& ~, bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 ~. X' k3 o' L) O0 e% e
( J' J- W6 ~& ^6 I4 f/ h: INow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) C$ _, z5 w7 K. ^4 q* |' E6 ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
' I4 G1 { G: F9 fHow you tried to set them free, ; G% ?, y( p* u8 P) W* d8 I
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 ~, L9 D* M* Y: H5 dPerhaps they never will. |
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