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+ J& H5 M$ V) X5 l. kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ Y6 N+ M( A# W0 |5 DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & `5 B$ F; _0 ?- h7 H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 ^7 i: s8 C; J- N# N" f/ dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# M1 o+ ^% f- ]. k: BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 F* o% c' Q6 |& @) AHow you suffered for you sanity,
; B3 M8 ?# T. Y- fHow you tried to set them free,
6 W1 X( R' |! l$ W ~ ~% XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 f& }6 m7 [8 {* d& ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; S1 i5 a% x, F$ b8 m3 k* R: ]/ p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * ?. r, I+ H9 e/ j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 U7 k! z( y( S/ tWeathered 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, : P) d' x! m9 k% e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " b& z& h- V1 w3 Q$ q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . s7 }8 X8 V% o6 ?4 x T9 s* J
But I could have told you, Vincent, : [. ~% w) h' _) e L8 X! H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 o) c6 M7 W, h EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 Z% H5 `+ g$ x# O/ D! Q( v1 ]3 C0 ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " W& y8 J1 k9 Y! ?6 W. r# K+ _3 D( }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 n( ~# P! x% O# u4 O
0 P$ ]- `4 O, f+ {$ m% p2 r4 o4 VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 N3 _6 x. @1 v/ `! A; \How you suffered for you sanity,
6 v' d1 K: n: H* n. LHow you tried to set them free,
; Y/ |& w0 `& \They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 X( N2 I3 K; Z& f) z% LPerhaps they never will. |
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