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, b8 U( P% H& F- G JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 W- j1 A, V# k+ LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' }3 p6 w1 r$ m0 u1 s& V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ f! f2 q o/ x( f! x7 O3 h) n ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 o* o \+ L% c1 f4 C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& ~( c- h: {( M! r. F! zHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 u7 V* I# H9 r% ]; E2 g! THow you tried to set them free,
6 V* L- J! a6 i6 p$ O6 AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" s) j5 ]/ C" P2 ~' G1 jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. C' }" y7 O! }% P* o/ e/ ~* h4 S* [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 X6 O! Y6 x) ]5 I/ t0 h2 n5 K4 p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( J0 I, e- {! d. Y1 g5 `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 t# \, m5 A& S8 z- n) f
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' K. e0 n3 J) g' P" ^2 G4 D4 K3 o5 K* PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
V6 \8 q. J5 q h2 a/ K0 JYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( L; ]; O; K( f2 ]# A! A
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 z) C; k% q2 @# EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & R, S5 T" }/ Q* U7 f6 q, g! x
' {+ _2 ]* s. e" sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 E1 P9 u' z' x8 H. U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) M3 k. B; ~. \+ e" B2 JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + z4 q; E$ H8 E+ C: R7 L- ?0 r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 E4 @2 n$ X0 r" g q; J* THow you suffered for you sanity,% K1 N ?7 G3 b! B a
How you tried to set them free,
R8 t' a' U( D/ |7 W9 U4 _They would not listen they're not listening still, `( W: ?9 B2 F/ K5 P4 u K
Perhaps they never will. |
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