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/ L; F8 R- b/ c! K" k9 BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" ]# ~0 E6 S0 c$ x7 dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% r* B, d% V* ~; Z0 {0 E/ sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ L, L; {* ~2 u5 @8 m! t6 mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! p8 a* L) ^2 |) y f, J" v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 d9 V! W" p- z) o) n
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 s6 a& \( p" k3 o$ r
How you tried to set them free, " e1 \4 u0 A: R0 _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 g- N. p7 x E& @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* N Z- T: Y. w) nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. Y: _, J6 f. {# w6 g% q' L" Q; U2 aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % t6 I0 }& U5 s+ R0 K# i0 F; a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 o; x3 h6 i3 R6 d' cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" R( ^2 U% x6 E) [0 P/ NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 J$ k" b3 a" g+ E S
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & P7 w/ S4 t9 J: I- n' D4 b; a0 k
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ y: h7 X; l7 H9 f/ zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) C" |1 o0 y( j
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 q; l0 r" i* ^( }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 P( C8 A v1 l$ d, Y0 {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; T1 U0 W6 H6 ?4 o% L* B- _2 iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 X5 A6 F+ j2 n4 w
How you suffered for you sanity,
! i7 u$ ?$ K) t7 w5 _8 M, F5 |) L" MHow you tried to set them free, * g' \0 B7 H$ |" ]' D5 J9 V2 w. r4 J
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( z) g) h5 \" M
Perhaps they never will. |
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