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* f$ W8 P- G" t8 f' H1 OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; v9 u3 O$ j# N) v+ f7 b; f" mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & z" ^7 v3 d9 Q- C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' l- l8 O* Z) S- v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( y g9 i$ u4 y3 B' d+ w3 i! t+ t: Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) N# E% i9 g3 y( r0 h o* I2 @* ~7 bHow you suffered for you sanity,
. P& P/ F( G* k9 L* d, dHow you tried to set them free, . F$ }/ @. {' W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 { H6 Y0 D4 xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- j; g& L1 n' e" Z$ H7 K9 ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. r" v1 @# z' E( C+ U; ~8 h- m' eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( f. U# L% {( P. @' OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # i- r) C0 e) ^. p
" L% V6 u \' H" BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 | H' I Z' v3 u- N4 J0 TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- x9 s+ z- L+ pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % D" p( i9 F5 [7 f6 U; v6 y/ _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( a# A; H' Z U2 m: hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # i: N K, m. V2 U: b' u) h$ @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* p+ v, o1 m- a% K3 u% m8 L3 WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; m' v7 @0 `, z y* vThe 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, & x# _0 n4 \2 G8 S
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 G: i- p8 k- C1 y% O" Q% aHow you tried to set them free, + |( b( u+ q! R9 u% O, g$ |
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 ?' U9 \5 a* S; o& Z$ U' X1 a
Perhaps they never will. |
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