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9 i7 x% v4 R0 _3 h# `7 \9 A; H# K" GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 m i5 W' T0 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # Y' t6 [! q5 q6 v- w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% f6 m1 L4 X( N/ B0 x9 O) ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" l% N0 L3 `' j( a# W/ nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 `9 [3 [0 p, F' |/ cHow you suffered for you sanity, ' E" h( m" _ Q+ Y% B# {
How you tried to set them free,
2 e" u+ U9 u, v8 g: |4 u' l* |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 z; ?, c: o! J9 `7 U. j5 c; A; GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 A5 R! W. b3 o) r: {, |" M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% A- O$ _9 W5 m3 l0 |+ |5 ~6 GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & x% N, w) c" E/ `# \" e! x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- d! \9 }6 _! i. u+ e. b( DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 U6 B- q: ^5 r8 G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * x, `% w' O: j6 x! ^; Q# S- } z$ d
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 n! j4 n0 p# r; H, |+ V/ H w
But I could have told you, Vincent, " y3 I- R& a2 A' a- \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! v: {; F& m0 y: |' D+ a
" ?2 j: E. _ S/ ^1 NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 f. H6 y3 M# K, i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ S4 s' P4 l6 j5 a; f: [6 F& ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: N; f, V) i/ ~5 ~* i6 @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) Z1 V- g) Z) _) K9 i8 ^0 z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ d$ I) O3 l/ R. v" O4 L" nHow you suffered for you sanity,5 @/ L) a- Z& _/ b( g
How you tried to set them free,
; V! K) |, J# mThey would not listen they're not listening still, * Z2 f& q# e# s7 p- F# U" v
Perhaps they never will. |
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