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4 | f4 W( r7 G! Y$ NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 h% j# |. f& _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , S) E& w% x0 L/ Z0 z) h5 y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& X7 e* W% |" n3 o2 l3 m7 ]/ |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # H$ V( ]4 `3 [' L7 ~1 p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 z, q7 T' j [# `/ L1 b) R
How you suffered for you sanity,
" U' L5 v% n) @& PHow you tried to set them free, 7 F- ^0 a0 L- z1 K6 y0 q* J4 ?4 o I! ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' |! w& D) K+ t2 V5 \ y& Q8 M% R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 v" b! z5 S S3 l/ }4 uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% M0 p6 F6 s( ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ A$ }# G# t# N8 `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + f P3 z! c( f: Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 k3 i& X+ ]0 M/ n) x" P, Z) k# hYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + K! y: T9 h' ^% M* f4 b
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& {, O( F8 k0 \0 |" cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) h6 X9 b1 f6 c/ E& Y
- t# k9 \4 A& L& Y/ S: \6 TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 e" Y- S9 L3 q4 z aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 C. `/ i4 b( f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 U) V5 P+ I& H X
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, 3 Q* R' c4 Y0 I" I% f y
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 h: P* D. X8 @$ r* |1 n! RHow you tried to set them free, ! m; u: c1 ^# j+ h% O! t: u5 A/ ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, / h, x; Z% e" }5 I2 c/ ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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