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. T$ y& g7 R$ u+ HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, u# `# }+ o: Y* yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 _. |: w: i% g2 J7 J0 d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 w9 `8 k$ l0 e! v# a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 @. G3 B- i( k; V" PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! Z |. n0 a: B' }
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 {$ R2 [( D+ i# b: O# \
How you tried to set them free, 2 Z3 U" u: C7 A6 W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 H( l v) e D/ N. J$ @# @1 W; DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% x2 I4 Y* F9 J) n6 xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 W) r! T2 F2 vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " e' a9 Z7 A- s+ s( L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! Q* s7 P# I$ \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - {/ m2 o. g( V k7 A0 V
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 m3 R. u% n( K- @
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, U% {. P1 U" a2 g) x9 [# G tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 `# a, l2 y* {0 U$ @' i/ k3 ?- ^ fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , S4 o1 Q l% u/ T9 q$ ^0 i2 |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 U: f# I0 N k8 E+ ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, v' I2 A' }9 |& ?" b4 @$ @+ B* l# X4 jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - R0 Y( [6 q6 `# A
) A5 Q1 d9 Z1 Z0 |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 Y, A" M. k3 M8 Y! w
How you suffered for you sanity,0 h1 @* N; j3 t4 A
How you tried to set them free,
2 A( X5 f7 M$ h# ~7 Y' ^7 F: U; GThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 G8 }# T! Z2 d) G D
Perhaps they never will. |
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