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. G$ }: C* o# J; R) J5 vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 l( ^- {, ~+ \; g- }) WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% e4 z, _3 r9 p F! `! t0 rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 \5 D0 Q% G6 Q: w6 z3 b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 N3 F: X0 n& }! i! o* E8 gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# C, O( s- l' T! O% ]! E
How you suffered for you sanity, + s" E0 r: R7 ^/ ?" W
How you tried to set them free, $ P' F0 B- m/ ?, V* H" l" f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ M; L& Z" x. D6 ?( p+ BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( F8 s1 x2 g" \7 T9 t, Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# N" A0 P% h. x f. m+ xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" v9 }% G; r4 K' lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# J1 p6 U3 m0 o, cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ g- r5 E% Z, r) QYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 M. K# e) Z( h- M0 ]* |But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 }3 M* t) w3 K4 A1 P; X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 Z, J9 p' z/ s, Z0 xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& s; C3 R8 e+ ?( R8 \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 p4 ?( v! f5 O- n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; Q0 }0 `5 w$ Y2 L0 q1 h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; j6 a8 e2 g1 a! L) X6 L
( T6 j$ f- Q) `5 W. lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 ~$ K& P3 i% ?; [ S; e" p( d8 v i
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ S4 A- c$ j* L) a9 Y$ xHow you tried to set them free,
/ y4 M2 T7 L6 QThey would not listen they're not listening still, % L2 @4 r4 T- H. [
Perhaps they never will. |
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