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2 f9 Q" }9 D, ~% p- b$ { y9 AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! T) V9 B( U! U7 v/ w3 {: B5 ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 _ Z) x; m! `1 g: Q$ z2 Z$ BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
I {6 {) S. P) U9 L/ n( XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 O( L3 f. R" H9 y& i- [) cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 B) p3 _3 `, ~How you suffered for you sanity,
2 w& u; r) M6 ?1 p6 a; ZHow you tried to set them free, / K, `! J+ E2 ?% |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 h8 |, V' s9 \9 r, L- u. LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( G. x' I9 `0 \* q$ hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( V% n0 K, p. t, hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 N- g" z% v7 ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( I/ o; V8 K, t! k+ S1 Y& a
: ^4 ^$ v: \- j. k5 WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! D! c4 M5 G5 s" i3 T# U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 T: ]/ |: ?8 }You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 B" _1 A, F2 z' L, QBut I could have told you, Vincent, , e$ ~. b$ R4 ^: N4 {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / F% ]9 D; L7 v
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ a( R2 J$ o0 i. [; UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 m. b) x# s7 K3 u4 X; \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 Y4 X- d1 w; T l! c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 M. L4 s1 V5 a3 |" E+ k
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 X. @# Y- B5 [ V1 I; wHow you suffered for you sanity,
: z4 s& ~6 H; T7 c" nHow you tried to set them free,
3 y. L6 D% ~3 y# W. q9 d/ xThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' z; V- {7 M$ q! \ t y
Perhaps they never will. |
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