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7 ~1 S: d6 b2 s# c7 b4 w* [$ }$ XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ j6 y N' ?. I$ H! Z7 a/ O0 xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 \3 Z! G- _& u. \5 l* t/ Q) N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# R, ^, ?4 u# PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# H$ K5 y) J) UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 m& u+ F" }% f/ U1 M
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 b6 ?( L6 L/ O# W0 D. ^9 Z" l
How you tried to set them free, 6 w5 s5 \, U. m& n$ J1 g. i& J$ Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) `7 F; V+ Z& |+ `1 s2 _! Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- i4 @% b) J5 n4 p9 g3 XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * c! q% `2 V! ~9 r- ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( e8 U2 a& i l- }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! N1 ]. k$ h0 f1 O
8 w$ O' O; Q* C- i) nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) U# ?' \# q0 i! O1 d8 B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# d' ~4 ^8 y; `5 M2 y QYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # i5 t! M" V7 q( n
But I could have told you, Vincent, " O* I' `$ X" L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 L1 A# J8 k# T* m5 G' Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 d. u: ]0 R8 Z6 m1 o S3 BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 F+ s6 E1 K6 [% `5 d4 w! W6 w" L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # y3 E8 a* Z# [6 G
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; v2 A( b" s1 ~" ? }; o1 K* X8 d% dHow you suffered for you sanity,% ~ p n @* G: M- Z& H+ t
How you tried to set them free,
T" \0 E; r# g; O2 YThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( c2 [9 j* C9 d1 M' yPerhaps they never will. |
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