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' ^0 X& v. L* H1 G# q; fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 u& k4 D, f5 g ~! U" dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 { E$ ]9 B: k8 y" dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: ?6 k& W! T! C) N; A+ V0 T1 _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; {3 t0 }7 G0 y2 K" YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ Z& m! k( z+ o; x; E9 {# }* b8 [+ k
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 N+ C a1 F m" ~; b
How you tried to set them free,
* {( ]! f5 g) H3 ~/ W0 m+ `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % V7 c& ]: e4 X4 F$ e, X( }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) C7 y) Y. f" Q) B8 P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ Q* Z$ x7 m+ |4 w. sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 x- X* R6 q& o7 U& nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + ?% \$ }, I0 G- t, ]
, g% j" r5 G* v6 ]/ T( UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; u; ] }8 m4 T$ y: @( C1 ]/ p+ w2 S' PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 D8 r9 V" M7 [/ x3 BYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 S0 [, z n: ]- {6 CBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 g% C+ k9 q* Z1 R! CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% I K3 ^9 W3 u6 b) E: W; ]& A ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 T* c" U9 t" I7 n, c, ]: ]2 oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % H- Y6 u; o! H1 w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : P4 x1 l: z3 ~8 U+ `
- k5 R7 H2 }, y) I* `9 Y4 MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + b# ?: p# k. ?" g+ h$ x
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 n) Z# @) d! J( p: H- QHow you tried to set them free, # D$ B( H3 M, m% d) f6 Q* b
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! ]1 |# E, y6 p/ w
Perhaps they never will. |
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