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6 m; J! N- f. oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( y% p" @9 o: U! m( d- tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, q. O' k3 u+ Z- c4 SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 A- D c3 h U$ L/ f4 s+ e& LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 B4 l1 G2 A- VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, z5 Z% I$ N4 D; n
How you suffered for you sanity, & @* A6 z& K ^: G
How you tried to set them free, 2 s) L6 C" r8 w$ x4 B' L& d5 V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 W- L5 A0 b) b( }5 j1 v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + p, ~1 d, R6 A- L- I" n2 i6 M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ L, O4 z2 Q4 k4 GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 e/ i5 P! q2 m3 Y% {& \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : t5 \- w' e3 J# A6 Q
/ F6 y0 ~$ E' _2 n/ {3 P( GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ f0 u7 R5 b) {; t& ^' ]( `' W. nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 a% K. ~; j; m$ p+ z' v- e& f! w
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 c: q6 @* c! Y5 l6 L, s S* iBut I could have told you, Vincent, & g, j: D4 L$ t2 H3 g$ l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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|7 p' L+ \" bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 `" i1 S' c" Y. r' x& ^5 d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 ?3 Z# E+ o/ c: Q4 M _' |( BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 J. T- W% k2 }8 xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , Q+ E# Y# Z' M0 m4 @. i
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! r2 p% J+ p9 p. F yHow you suffered for you sanity,2 Q4 n) g t( C7 y2 G e
How you tried to set them free,
0 q' [$ z. h/ K4 p0 [* S S8 pThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# t. A! z, e& EPerhaps they never will. |
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