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; h# y. i1 h \* A" M% l4 cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : Z/ h& x; `( W" L& P% e: Z2 C/ s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 B% Q& N) [8 X" ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 t, y% X8 U N$ W" B% A2 d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. T4 d3 W9 l) Z, L% H) }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ z$ n2 X( n, |" q0 Z) o c& SHow you suffered for you sanity,
& p& d ]& V: v" h, u$ dHow you tried to set them free, + x! `# C+ b! m$ g% E, j& B3 F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ B. C- {" R. kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( E# i9 D1 Y6 ?/ y' c9 ~# X* a' z2 rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ Y8 G/ v3 S% R3 ~- Z9 t7 ^! dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: O6 o6 f" M: I. t: m. v% S+ uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 A! O; [: ]' s% ^/ uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ A* l% F& e x, m, L* B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 j g0 g# B+ X6 Q1 y; {
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. |: e1 C! h2 K# B7 F' IBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 h/ l2 R5 W& Y( e% C; [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 T$ G/ |6 E1 \6 Z
& e5 K( T3 Y7 E: `' b' QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% \- W% \3 k, V# n6 q% `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: O2 r, A9 T5 z! b% T+ VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : ]! a3 @) R& L: f/ F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 l2 x0 @+ z n1 b9 b. ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, m) O& ?$ T: ~* @How you suffered for you sanity,
0 |# ?! z/ J x7 G& a6 o9 ~How you tried to set them free, 4 r1 m) v/ A- `! V* W- i$ |, }
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 [5 H1 o4 e0 o" V DPerhaps they never will. |
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