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6 h' p: B9 l* X# V, Q* dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( \* J- a- y6 B- o$ HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , ^( d" v& @+ t( T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) X9 s. W! b2 x* Y2 ]7 X) }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, _. L: m# V; N& \" C4 HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 k) n/ c$ l4 {0 }8 x# I
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 x0 s/ t8 n$ T2 B4 z1 R' g" LHow you tried to set them free, M* V$ s( }! U r2 g: V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 }" g; g- G- TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ [. b4 K4 h: B+ o: A8 n& zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 W4 }$ e; A/ w* x3 ~" Z0 X6 T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ u' w* y6 `- `7 @$ y: t) xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' c6 }4 V. K7 j {
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % X$ d& D# }- Q. V3 ^; O5 e- A7 P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# X4 V" ? Y4 ]0 Q/ w; d& fYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 R8 r4 ~, w! Z$ }But I could have told you, Vincent, . C9 p8 t* d \& Q4 Q' f" e& k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 E q5 ~* s" \# r7 v# Y
: Z8 t) n4 n( z1 ~! g6 l$ NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 K) g; g; Z% f, H) o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
f. S! k. P' V' P5 p2 ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 B7 r) l2 }/ ^$ u$ j1 rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. x9 ?+ B& w& Z/ |/ d
0 J) t: g/ D9 e6 i- v- n, R1 ], R) [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, q1 R" ^' k' z9 gHow you suffered for you sanity,: _1 j7 n7 K9 t! I1 \2 \
How you tried to set them free,
5 {- q4 W, Y4 ]3 A. |They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 V1 ]6 |, ?6 ^; u# Z/ ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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