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: m# c0 T# h+ u2 [0 F; O! YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ H: H7 k4 o5 dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, }: H# A( L( J$ l* m4 j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) x4 i6 b; \- G* `& TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 e5 R+ J. g: o9 uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( J2 U6 S9 N" `- g8 P% h# P
How you suffered for you sanity, # |$ L, A* q. n( D. X3 Z" B4 z
How you tried to set them free,
* S$ _- a. k9 l# ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' ^/ {# [& ], p J+ ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 V) r& I' x2 S5 J5 E$ b0 z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ |: M5 K$ x% t# ~! y5 aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" ~, L& D; s6 X/ w- }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : L) A+ A- R4 ^% N" b& t2 s0 @ u! R' T( ]
7 u& {: S* A" B' L% u4 Y- K0 _5 }For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 t' f D4 [5 x+ TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' l2 X! |, e; t8 \/ Z* D& pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & Q6 @6 x8 Z4 P. v$ b% @) x/ k
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ z. z6 L: g% D, z: MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 j+ J1 K9 t7 i1 f8 |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 R0 {4 F- ]1 V9 s6 [% G; s. I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 R) T/ q* Z M2 @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - o* G' x+ U. e' v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 S& w k2 d* a" p
How you suffered for you sanity,) v6 j4 Y) T$ G! h& V9 K
How you tried to set them free, ; T: j/ x) m. [% b, u4 T8 Y! w
They would not listen they're not listening still, " w1 V a- ^4 M
Perhaps they never will. |
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