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) P U. @2 k- p' T" P2 vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* S7 P! e# w" V! N) F' vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; n- p, H8 p9 Y6 v3 QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ e4 B- X W6 x% M; f* S% rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. n5 s! @3 e5 M) a% _* L1 I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 i- d2 J: l( w
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 i" [% r" V9 O- C5 `/ { hHow you tried to set them free,
* D# Y7 s) ~1 r' f; ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 d/ H0 g, a6 s. \# ?7 W' ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ E# O8 q t6 GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , T( ]- u/ r2 w. I4 c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % h# s( Q2 _+ K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & p6 n9 t( O. W/ r
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- I- j& ]0 v3 W0 aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: w8 j. J. |+ |5 H" i& H: g$ DYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 B* G9 x, n8 X5 z' s UBut I could have told you, Vincent, / i$ G5 [0 _( M) c3 A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ }, O, W8 t: f% M" Y* `. D8 e) k
1 t& ?4 g& t, t0 R/ k0 NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! u* u9 Q% D8 |4 _/ z1 X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: g- Q4 l/ v8 t' r& QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! d; d- ?2 e; ~/ {5 |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 |9 F1 W) [4 P/ ^
* [+ z" \' v, K6 bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 q+ k* U) S4 g& T) L
How you suffered for you sanity,: @5 L/ n# \5 k! C" E" Z4 i
How you tried to set them free,
* i/ H8 {4 `1 w+ d8 @% b [% [They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 m4 g9 V; l+ ~. f7 c
Perhaps they never will. |
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