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3 t) j6 A9 ?9 p* w" f& x3 o3 IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 M. P* y- `- |7 E# H; NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ o" |$ e% V8 f! VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) Y" f9 c8 y1 mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 G& S5 d8 D& j& C% X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) {; y% K- O! F2 v8 w
How you suffered for you sanity,
" w7 _0 t/ X( s& [& ~$ yHow you tried to set them free,
5 a" ?4 R* w; vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) U, ^, d% [' O5 a/ A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( [# S3 ?4 e* w6 o, B, {4 L. gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . K2 t' s6 L0 f2 @4 W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, [; v" R( x9 u4 {: b" ]5 |) W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 m4 T7 L/ i7 L
+ h$ S7 T8 S8 R$ e1 A2 e' ]$ SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / H: k$ E' H6 p& o7 e& _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 n! a8 u; O- N+ j$ x& x
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " e% Z; ]$ N) @% r b) G
But I could have told you, Vincent, + q2 s o5 C3 U2 E# W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - e' K& C* T6 J5 k0 Y+ y0 ~* s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ a0 C4 z" ]* E* N2 _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . I. k; u. @* a* O5 u& e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 T& C- i3 [9 s) X, w6 M
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! z; b1 e3 i1 G6 S4 |; q6 kHow you suffered for you sanity,
. f3 G& e2 U3 s4 |: nHow you tried to set them free,
3 W( V4 `5 U/ F. ]/ l) RThey would not listen they're not listening still, * b' S6 `) f: m- P9 D/ K e
Perhaps they never will. |
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