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, W5 r* G+ B: g v; m& GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & n2 H5 Z7 @4 m( K9 B, {6 A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 i, F( p# b p" P" lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 q6 p+ v- ]9 x& G- x) HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! R' B4 h. N, @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: F5 r9 x4 f, J) t- N9 K
How you suffered for you sanity, $ d& \5 d) N5 }, M5 c1 u2 a# p. {5 p
How you tried to set them free,
3 S6 U0 i& `6 Y! }$ e& n h% L% j. o6 hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 g/ ?7 Z9 v2 ]& Z9 c0 pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
b2 K7 M; q& C" d! `$ {) b/ v2 }4 FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% H% h/ ?! f1 gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & p! p/ e# P9 V' S: h0 t" ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" ~0 d5 o* q# U' {& yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( p; e1 a- G3 \" J% qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % E7 P" U. e) A& `* F8 `
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 W: u( X6 \5 n% r$ q3 L. A% a3 YBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 q7 E" t& O7 Z5 ~# z& Z5 u/ W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 ~9 n+ g* @. K
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, X6 e7 C% U8 G* o, }( V5 \0 S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 Q6 F8 m4 c' I9 }! u; P2 I1 `: M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, x: z3 `% r) j. n9 n1 H- K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - s2 w& p! M& Z. w2 L& |
, U, G& g3 @' { ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 x3 F) v& X/ F
How you suffered for you sanity,3 N; y9 q# E; _! X6 c/ Z8 W
How you tried to set them free, * y2 e+ B( ?. a% ~* n, u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
[! x" M# n% r9 k* g4 w4 p6 TPerhaps they never will. |
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