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3 }7 G+ @! R a; H8 v/ FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' z0 ]% S2 g( I1 O) ^4 I2 Q: mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + z2 p8 a- ]9 c( K; {3 K3 \: R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% H, p& l5 r4 Y5 }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 {5 V. j$ M! \, j# c( F& G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! E. |+ e+ S. o( i, GHow you suffered for you sanity, % E* d, V- T! }6 H2 w! b
How you tried to set them free,
2 a2 H. s) b( S9 \' L9 F8 n: [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % L2 S6 A9 x& U8 _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' j" m; X* M) O8 \) {! o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ V! h( Y# g2 ]* r0 g0 {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" L- X% T" j& ^: S9 UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 D7 A3 X5 C8 P5 R- Y( {
* C C. W H0 @9 dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
^) l5 m: s8 l/ }. k$ \! ?" HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% B, o6 Y9 [) v8 ~$ jYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! v0 e9 r5 p+ I! j% {2 v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: |. I* h) ]7 R. Y. ~' z' SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 [+ E) L" T. b0 o: @0 z3 l7 K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 u3 k# t) t+ ?" R# P& OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& ^" Z9 R3 C; ~# RThe 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,
! s7 [; Z1 m0 C- M" _How you suffered for you sanity,% t+ }8 }& H1 m8 k$ P( _8 l- n
How you tried to set them free, ( d* k( E, X& {9 f6 V4 f+ n! G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 |) @, m3 D( T. U0 _/ J5 F- ^/ @Perhaps they never will. |
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