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# b2 S$ z" a0 O" ~: U7 s, ~% b" JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' ~& @% h- X. L1 q# dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 e$ N7 y7 O3 K( D0 i+ U+ H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: y$ p+ s$ B& y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 D, M; U/ f: y+ W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; y/ I8 n# B* U; u! @How you suffered for you sanity, 2 k7 l8 y% \5 R; g, N
How you tried to set them free,
( G" Y5 J7 z' v: ~; U: ?$ R. NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- t1 K$ @$ Y$ b/ AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 U2 `$ I( @: _* N5 I# E8 o/ Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% m# k+ b1 T2 t1 ]$ K Q. b1 c- S% s) }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( f0 [) p+ z2 |" v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% n+ i8 e. e* F$ zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ k- a) n1 ^3 W/ U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' w: H* i# C% {2 w! H$ f5 R5 c
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - y; j# I; T$ B& J4 L
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- }) @9 H' ~/ e8 g; O+ EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ Z, i9 n( r$ s. ^* m3 Y l0 \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
@9 S$ O6 j' @% h, J0 \0 c2 MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ H1 N) Q. l" M' X i( ~/ uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , {* c% Y* ]9 }. F6 V8 A
4 {/ m5 u& e" GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 u: N8 ^0 H, k) F/ z9 H
How you suffered for you sanity,6 `1 M, z2 v- X* j% o3 Z
How you tried to set them free, . U' Y# M- O& _# e
They would not listen they're not listening still, & b t8 v8 k: x3 K& l( K( {
Perhaps they never will. |
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