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8 n; G+ }$ {- u, D c% dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 }' _2 t) d' g9 S: S. X, ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ ~9 A) V% z3 E" H+ n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# l( P* V) g6 [4 s* C+ }# J* p) S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 X5 Q; n& S; cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, [6 ~6 K! J$ |& {How you suffered for you sanity, , ?) Q+ i( H( h0 X/ H
How you tried to set them free,
+ w1 P4 J) ^% x% [" ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 f# D" z2 @+ _9 U5 rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- s' n n+ B4 r) zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ t) C. g+ U0 I% `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 Z6 ]# P6 N: Y, I, a0 I- l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' \* l/ I8 ^- g c* o$ MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 B+ {# B+ K. g2 w: }& YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 p: z; s% ? i F+ z6 h( FYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 ~ g7 l( S/ y% B8 D* P
But I could have told you, Vincent, " r' r# n3 `/ o5 d, L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ A( R# U4 o# d9 F+ C9 aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) X+ Z# d; f) _$ R6 u6 c( G5 ^7 T3 P( m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) l d7 _3 M( w2 S. I& I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 F6 s, i, b- o* q/ kThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - S5 t3 k5 H4 {* [- l0 [0 r. t
1 k9 {% Z& p4 i5 @8 g% F% wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 ?1 z2 U! i/ J3 m( `How you suffered for you sanity,
- J$ |% f, p. }& KHow you tried to set them free, ! `: i5 E4 W5 `0 h: Z0 _" y
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 [* b/ q/ I) B7 c* e
Perhaps they never will. |
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