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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " g3 Z9 g, {4 y1 {' G4 O; M1 c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* @7 X. ^* Y T1 ~& SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 ^4 Y/ R* C/ K) h/ w% r' d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 \ S3 }9 I/ j2 P. I" x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, d# W2 P$ h% J! D2 B) ~4 hHow you suffered for you sanity,
, H# N* L2 @4 x cHow you tried to set them free,
- i3 a+ [( x. S" D' x6 kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 X! z8 l5 q8 S- ^5 B7 O. c) z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 I8 L9 Z" g: u( RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 ]: M9 D) K2 J& x4 G+ P+ V/ j" d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 E9 S8 B- ~" j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, v: @% S7 e) p g4 _ H& I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + P1 R( a% r$ O5 H2 A- H
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. B" |: R/ i W/ A, E: N3 fBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 |. } ^9 m4 H4 r4 K" f3 w0 N7 V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! v8 ?: t- A! h+ f* a
9 A F. Z/ D/ z8 VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' J# z* T3 b6 }* \3 s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( S2 R' H0 O% `7 k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: s1 e6 f4 B( D# J5 JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 ^; w: }0 {6 h3 U. I5 X/ z' q
# G+ d% K3 Z8 o) w* FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 `, r, |; O; bHow you suffered for you sanity,( g8 F5 y6 B8 x7 R4 s) h
How you tried to set them free, 3 `6 h1 ?: r3 v9 {' Y2 _8 Q7 c! |
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ L+ a5 i' s' @ x4 |Perhaps they never will. |
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