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$ _9 g* P5 a6 }2 ^' j7 {" AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ u$ l. x! J1 s$ ]% dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / n4 L* V$ K: y& }! E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: Y& r" r: ~- R* R$ B' i2 Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' ^! ^( z4 B9 q2 u! ^" `/ N7 F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 H( T1 a, B0 m4 ZHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 m1 N2 z. X8 k$ U* u, B
How you tried to set them free,
# |# b1 H- {' F8 p& |3 T6 }# h! MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 @1 E5 L$ Q& d! N+ \9 dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) A$ W5 p$ q" c5 O N& ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( u& g4 u5 d* ~* D) wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ z6 X3 ?% H4 _4 \/ `8 N7 L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . r6 e$ G/ R# k9 c& J( Q/ F9 c/ m
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. ?5 p# ]$ m( U( @. m1 J6 tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . P2 D- r/ t" U8 M- E6 u' f$ j
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# j! w9 \( b2 T3 K3 cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. @2 z3 t" q' s) V0 I5 ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 J7 Z/ M8 K( e3 x2 m7 j% UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) s, j% I% S8 P& b$ e$ h/ I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 d. s' P& I3 A1 }. P- `0 u$ X4 N" h P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: Q4 d& L2 Y+ }+ HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , \+ K# T' Q. Q) ?- W1 T
- E8 E0 m8 U! a0 L& u" ]" A( LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, r& m9 S9 h* I% AHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 t+ M2 G/ B; g9 u0 ^, P" F5 @) I( M6 wHow you tried to set them free,
$ |4 o+ u- P5 ]8 u/ iThey would not listen they're not listening still, : [8 |- u& p* u5 k% E
Perhaps they never will. |
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