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8 o P" m! @6 f' h* b8 [8 GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) T' [' {1 Y" V" ~' _7 T1 g' TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& H. p! t. A. u$ t( }8 z2 @. ?! ?# Q% PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ n* X/ q! k3 b1 g1 _% i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " h1 R+ Z2 k8 H" B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 @9 q4 B3 U; D- z# e( vHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 m8 {3 X' I, h# j* {
How you tried to set them free,
+ X) ]( E, m( y! `# AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 I5 q- c+ Q# R8 Z/ nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 a0 n3 U6 J! D* ]8 _! ?9 @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, t6 O- y6 s- f3 k4 ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. B* U3 e& D% | ^- d4 Z* P' Y1 D+ i `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 Q) ~1 j0 |5 w0 j$ Q( V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % j5 h4 t! R( [& I. L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + D2 i1 T4 g- K9 S, T$ Z, p7 N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ z( ~' K; q2 I. R! L) }. F3 c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 c3 S2 K6 @5 i/ G6 T9 _3 @ LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 y3 P# x0 S6 C X* R0 C8 E
& O6 l2 F# ]/ j+ @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 E5 B% a1 ?: c" U$ |. h0 K6 NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% T( \7 Z4 H& XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: u, p8 R4 c1 R; CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 t2 X) O3 p- M& u( v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 O6 R, D+ P! M7 u; _
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 \0 F$ Q' x& [% o. n& n& bHow you tried to set them free, 7 S0 r/ T# r( j) B! B. K
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 L7 \+ a- m+ h6 `" z1 E
Perhaps they never will. |
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