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' [! h$ Y% I1 F& X' Q' KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 a' e! [3 W9 r2 u! R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ z& S, ~8 V: A& |' c! r% g3 jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( ?6 A& [6 c" b! C$ n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % V- R/ t. C* V- b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- @8 D' w5 i* V& p" o; |6 x' L
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 c! R7 R. H" B2 HHow you tried to set them free,
) n/ R" w- c4 P. g i. QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: b) @( ?* @2 s1 f- S1 o. O8 gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
t/ V+ R4 S2 OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 c% N/ F, t2 }6 G( D% WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; H, g7 J+ o# EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 W. q! e7 F1 b$ w5 _! eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 x: x( k8 j# b8 N8 P& y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, h6 N3 n0 [4 S$ C- Y5 k* e
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; t$ f& d1 ]; uBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 W3 X- y+ g5 c6 q8 d5 [! _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 ^# o S8 u; |, s! @; k% X) v! Q
3 f+ e- \2 p5 XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, Z: s2 V% z# u3 i! {- U9 K6 H- jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 f5 ~+ q- n7 D c0 F; {& |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + P7 o0 E7 i) z6 @5 K; C7 ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , R! u" x4 a+ q m+ m+ z/ w
+ N7 V/ E$ z6 ~. k( lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
H1 R9 I+ v( L1 S* g# AHow you suffered for you sanity,7 \/ Z- p# T5 D4 v4 I a( a! `
How you tried to set them free, * J2 ~( E! V) `* i u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 _0 N# @. u" y1 X5 |Perhaps they never will. |
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