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$ j. A' j* n' ^8 C% yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 `* i; _' }/ W3 s8 @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , w% Q# f. [5 B1 T: w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 j( q. j3 z+ q! a) O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" s$ X7 B9 M! f+ R& y- S! jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) G& D2 }& B0 \- z- o2 kHow you suffered for you sanity, ) O& }/ g, j! O
How you tried to set them free,
4 \8 p" N' P' qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 W2 y% }1 F. q( E+ d2 C6 \' iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' ~% s6 e4 {# V8 C s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: [8 p+ o& L$ p5 J [( _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( d+ T% E( G* c) M. m4 D! O- {Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' |3 F$ q6 l* u
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 l7 f/ ?. C/ T/ @. OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' n' C5 F0 g; B `% f7 i+ {: q+ HYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 }6 c2 E$ I7 ? }But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 f. H2 G# L1 r& ^! r/ I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
p: j) i# R- l) l @- HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" B; }# A( K1 T) U6 m' nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 j! D( Y! o. r6 @: n* {5 xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; Y- g- W1 X. W, O% O
4 w: a5 g9 g: {" P3 {; h, u7 VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 K* a: Q2 `( t8 q, N+ C
How you suffered for you sanity,
% @, J0 K6 ^: {! cHow you tried to set them free, & n9 b0 f4 V2 J3 N* s& R
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- w) S! V- @8 K* b1 w2 kPerhaps they never will. |
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