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; A: R' Z5 J; dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 G R& j F) mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 }$ v2 w z/ U8 fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) Y# A+ @, o* G+ e; j+ L3 R2 G( @5 GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 J8 v" @3 h$ a# B! _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 M1 g0 W; a' e2 A* B1 e. mHow you suffered for you sanity, , Q, Z$ g9 A" d9 n8 }4 S9 a3 R7 o1 O
How you tried to set them free, p }; t- @4 z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ d" W5 o# R6 x0 k0 n% eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * s4 f& T% w& `! Q3 ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# Y" V1 h* G! [# Q: i* PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 ~/ S* l5 D( |& V2 ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % c+ F$ T; o. F* `
% }- R- H+ g5 P) D% ]3 c( lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : d1 |3 J5 F: J7 i/ l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 W- U* t5 q0 }0 E/ ]9 BYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # J2 [6 r, G& T( l5 x) i+ E w( w
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 ?( B% x5 h* ~+ S3 q0 E! `% W5 e# B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 H3 h! j; [8 X2 j5 U) Q K0 C1 W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 l3 ?5 c# ]4 }3 MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ X+ V( B/ c) u0 P( i% Y+ GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) o; o; y% I# Y' [8 g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! p X* p6 @1 i! e9 {! D
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 p$ v' I) G1 E: x9 bHow you suffered for you sanity,3 f9 j/ \2 H1 J: H' g
How you tried to set them free,
3 q9 z# O+ t6 n/ `3 ^/ YThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 F, `' H- e: i3 ^Perhaps they never will. |
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