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3 [8 q2 f; V# g( {. Y8 eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 V- h" l' s1 L# z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* ?4 ~7 x& r+ P6 ?, @( Q1 t/ [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; X; h; v2 r/ h NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 u) R! z P. t* r; ]& B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ h( Y _% F b _8 iHow you suffered for you sanity, & V' N5 e* @( [/ @: Q5 u! c! _
How you tried to set them free,
. T# l) z8 h, V0 L; w+ \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 R$ I4 V* g" g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ R( p7 D2 h4 v" j v& DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # ^$ k, O1 }& Z4 o7 @7 `# T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 @2 Q% L- |3 n/ PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 d% P& B! b5 r4 ?3 Z6 l+ lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& r& o" b' o! u* ` J+ P; z9 K Y0 n6 a5 rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; r& z, b' A+ S8 k- o" ^4 `+ dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 o5 Y5 e3 y0 y2 D& {' IBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( |/ D) f: S8 f' P6 r) L9 CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) m: G" h" @ y9 l y) O" Z) YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& h+ m( E, T' I6 _) wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! c( k! D% n& ^, H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( b1 M. x- _ X, |3 B2 Y1 rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / `2 L0 R7 f) w, U; X- p+ a
; c& X$ q- a0 zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ r4 e( A( C. {' k8 h" mHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 }6 L# v1 _, M' l, yHow you tried to set them free,
9 z8 {' t. o5 A" I" zThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 g' y" _$ R. Z" g7 C& [Perhaps they never will. |
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