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0 o3 k2 l; h: T2 PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 R+ p) S# h4 D; s1 j# b3 y5 NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ @+ g/ M* L6 M: \- N; g( GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# N5 U4 z0 k! `3 H$ R' ~. ]0 Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; ]: \; y7 G9 yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, X+ m9 o4 ~" H8 A- i, DHow you suffered for you sanity, : n' ^! S* {8 P( n; A3 q, U/ J
How you tried to set them free, + S6 _; k- L' R5 r3 J5 Q$ o2 ^" N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : ]% V: G9 l) [% A/ T# W- L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. Q' _9 k& O5 ~+ TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
m V* R& A _/ u" SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 X/ Q/ N- D Q- Z$ x7 O+ N, H, l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 w. m, }& \/ z8 F- H- D
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* C! O4 ]% i$ Q7 lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, B" }' Z) B* g% vYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 B- e1 H& P/ N. O0 J3 A5 u
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; N! Q( _, h( o! l, c9 e! C3 M) BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! \( h8 T8 J" c' X
) n) ]* \7 b- l* X# CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) M, B1 I0 M. hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" a2 A6 W5 Y- ~. f# ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( e% @2 O1 d" G5 A/ K6 dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 |6 H7 x* H# R- O9 H# Q8 y Z- g T$ ]
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- s$ L/ Z( X; l) y5 UHow you suffered for you sanity,* q# h5 H) ~+ f H% K! h0 Q6 }8 i
How you tried to set them free, ) w8 [: _9 h* g7 g. t( t
They would not listen they're not listening still, - F- X1 A* b% C' D( A) a6 ?0 d
Perhaps they never will. |
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