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- t, U9 j# L3 V1 Q! k8 LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 n V; h% A' ^3 D5 d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % n4 r( e8 R+ d. N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ e+ \( v7 X& ?. ~# q" k" V) e# e$ WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& w% G; r2 p5 v7 QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 g2 ?* k9 T% } P- H5 ]How you suffered for you sanity,
* e/ O8 ^, k0 z% _7 e ~' H+ E+ dHow you tried to set them free,
& q( U( a) k9 d {. I4 _: w. A# kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . N2 L A% C3 d, B/ T- Z' M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 X8 Z, \4 t( \$ `- cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; _# r5 w7 c: ?: K+ LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 }# W0 Y0 `( {$ b5 H: U; IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + t" f: j) C2 V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' h9 D9 b- G! y- j3 U! D0 s8 R: eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' B. y5 T/ E1 v5 L2 m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 [& E- l6 E: Y9 bBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 |, |8 f8 c9 T- Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! {* V* L, ^( M) s4 X
5 n N, a. l- pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! I& E2 ~2 r9 c0 A1 J( {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 v( ]6 k/ e" C1 i7 j7 m: t4 b6 ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 m" |, N" ?! l: E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 x9 V/ a; w4 f0 J; z, v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" X: P& f9 N( E) B, L$ AHow you suffered for you sanity,
& ^( L$ i* _6 L" k+ l6 I% w& _$ w$ `4 fHow you tried to set them free,
$ ^4 J! w. s1 y zThey would not listen they're not listening still, " t# D! I( @/ ^' h
Perhaps they never will. |
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