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& y. B2 {$ _. Q7 MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& {$ d2 z7 O7 V2 E/ XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & ~8 ?( O S% a, ~" L6 u5 F. u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 M: k9 y1 A& T5 W) G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. j4 c; t3 ~* h" Z0 Y N9 ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# t; e/ c; K' v7 YHow you suffered for you sanity, - Z: p& ~ l/ H% ?
How you tried to set them free,
3 t M9 D' W! X, O* s2 M7 u2 vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' i) ?0 b3 C7 U: }: M& pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 Y6 H0 ~6 _" u2 E7 r# U9 X5 tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* \- D5 w+ N: sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ c0 N+ i/ x% q! {6 i' uWeathered 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, + [) ]2 `9 s: t. U0 w9 m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( w" T! x1 f; k1 ^" T
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; _1 m, k' f# m3 NBut I could have told you, Vincent, + B; z5 w) K2 o0 _" V* y& T5 x) X l$ K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # K2 L B- [+ f* d% t2 _: b
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 s7 ?+ b3 @% q) [8 |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( }$ B. ?. X4 K) i0 t( v9 ?4 d* rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # W" u, \8 d$ j1 [. B/ f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / e" A% H$ n7 |
" N& `! t4 I- c2 B- LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ I: G6 y3 m1 {How you suffered for you sanity,) x) W3 j' q3 \" B' P2 P; b
How you tried to set them free,
|: `. u% p1 x5 i/ W! F9 ZThey would not listen they're not listening still, * ~& R! a7 p: b* z# P* y' f
Perhaps they never will. |
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