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/ d2 v2 h" B& g, aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 q9 N- X$ ]" U" B1 zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " ?9 _6 {2 c# m, T; L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 B% J3 y7 x3 q! n" D4 H$ QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; h' \* B0 j* I$ sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
R! l. E6 o1 RHow you suffered for you sanity,
& E3 v+ ^$ Q- }( [2 y6 `6 MHow you tried to set them free, / ~! ^9 ~ c1 j, X& N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & ^9 n( N) r! M5 Z% |- t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - N, i3 m% j! P& o! q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' a0 |9 T* i) [$ e1 F8 Y8 h( V. QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 R% a" W* ~ o3 @! ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % x4 z$ H- ^6 x0 X) D; [0 k! b
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 j4 t" G/ R+ w ?% ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 x0 K% z) p3 l/ V- Q: G; f
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ b* H; p$ r- N4 h4 ~6 H9 HBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' y9 `+ l& \% u V# n4 GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) y5 Q$ O' E( H) _( f! [
. E1 j: F& p6 f" w/ x7 P/ C/ KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 c2 C) z0 a1 a$ _# ~$ I. l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! Q3 `0 _+ M7 YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 L% O% k5 _' y% J. g [
The 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, . l# s% ^ o( t3 k+ N
How you suffered for you sanity,5 {( W! f- l t# J- x1 |$ [0 ~5 R
How you tried to set them free, 3 ~8 |4 w Z! p( A' E/ g
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 N! h! t) ?/ l _. G3 P
Perhaps they never will. |
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