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4 X- w2 O( r; g- I( ~, p# b; DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 U3 v( D/ }# Q K( b% r$ ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 r3 u* s8 G ^2 y7 i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% L b' i* O/ ?* ?; x1 q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + @ b' ?4 O @7 v% `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- u) Y( |% m! B8 A5 j0 w L
How you suffered for you sanity,
% l* U- R/ b/ e& RHow you tried to set them free, : I5 P( U7 L! E0 w& Q# n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 b: ?6 Q8 W6 ]. u' A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) X, R U8 r: r9 n1 S5 s+ VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , C/ l/ x( L" s4 _) M: y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ z) j9 _6 Z7 h9 n) xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 _0 h/ \) ^& N
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 ?) J7 i0 C) e# e/ J; q# sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 C5 H& H+ r7 p0 n5 B: f3 xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 b0 f+ ]5 w" p2 Q* b# hBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; d/ E( i( J; t2 u6 {6 J: h8 q- d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' F- m1 ~& w: OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, E5 K' W* K5 a/ G, e( l- O' s2 u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 l' N8 h; e2 J& n" K1 I1 J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 c& f2 O3 O; |( g" bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - z7 K9 L6 S- k4 Y
$ B1 z9 B% l, Z& _3 K' `7 `" s' z) SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & b8 q( @! @$ |+ t8 R
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ C \5 T5 l% ZHow you tried to set them free, ' B C3 o/ x, |! T; Y5 }8 u1 u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 O0 Y0 B; }- O% [( R' APerhaps they never will. |
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