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, e# {7 j' K8 r0 \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( S- i/ ?6 \, O; K% M" \$ HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% B2 }+ `. y/ V" K2 ^+ G9 MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 a" P0 t% w* k* h% _2 V& JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( N7 t2 N# X3 J- v4 e' p0 j7 QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 S& H2 V l. Y7 f3 a( [( EHow you suffered for you sanity,
. H6 f% ?5 J" U. K9 e$ n$ QHow you tried to set them free,
' S# P. |0 F2 k: a8 qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 x' O7 e* d) z1 S+ N( Q: \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 A$ i% L4 L/ r8 X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 z) v- w+ b4 U) C+ W; l/ @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: Y* ^* W2 f; D* ~5 d! H. sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* J' O- b; Y: r n+ S# QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' S2 |, p; [4 c; U/ B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 d) \ Y4 U' Q' Y7 T' LYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
[+ G" W+ V' a" oBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 @3 [( _. @* F3 j- Z5 H- h2 N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! U7 @7 d1 { _/ D1 l
6 P5 c: |: \1 c: o% z0 cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . i8 K( I# ]5 z+ e- T' j! e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& Q# F, `" q6 |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 S- e' g. k) G. ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! H4 R1 o7 D( a- p+ D! \2 e
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 m1 H5 R( l4 `" L
How you suffered for you sanity,) S3 {: g$ n3 J9 u' ` W; Y, C7 ]
How you tried to set them free, - k5 S3 _6 Y. v/ ?+ f1 m
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 s' o) n) W! ~; X/ f, K! [
Perhaps they never will. |
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