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3 n4 V7 O& h. L+ F& N* `4 QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 D# f* g4 b9 L pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 z+ d! B: N% n7 s3 [7 s" E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 c, A* @8 ^% s* ]% G# K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ p( P9 t3 M9 \% V. S' X; [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* H8 q0 r- \+ z% {" Z7 ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
( ]% z( M' U9 l% V8 k& d y. m( }$ NHow you tried to set them free, B* p& U4 k- T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . O& |$ ?$ W* t& q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 \/ c' @- q9 cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 @! m0 L9 j5 v {0 a# x( a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 G5 Q; t& f; EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 a, i1 f8 c( `- b2 Z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; y/ [ T: b+ @3 M- A/ ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# j% ~% B" o$ P- j- v% _# a3 sYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 X2 D& V5 B9 t6 N( K# v7 p5 HBut I could have told you, Vincent,
g, l& ^# K. _ S! X- L( [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( o9 ^, {& G& a& X K; {1 P( _
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
p+ O- ~" l. w, J* \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * ~- l/ r7 \( E, j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 v' m, n6 X! v' Z' t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. C+ m) [6 a* ^9 U: D; t8 B
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * c& O( G8 o- e$ `: l7 `
How you suffered for you sanity," a }/ ^4 A* G1 h* E) D8 b; ?
How you tried to set them free, 2 e/ I' D2 V; @: Q- [% g
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 T- g2 o \, c! R7 k- P4 dPerhaps they never will. |
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