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8 \, d7 a, {& ?% D* m9 t2 Z/ _3 ^3 UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# V& h* {( }2 a2 g, ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * l8 p. T1 o: w; \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- n7 g$ @; ]9 V. z- e1 F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % ~$ M1 R7 `- A4 K% \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 ]' C7 N5 F: ]% EHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 j9 P3 t$ x/ wHow you tried to set them free,
7 a5 ?* h7 x- ~. W% xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 w7 y. o8 N3 l7 ~5 u3 FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 L' W6 F0 e4 s. G, Y$ eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% b4 I( f2 O) E, V, V1 lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' @5 f7 u) c+ G# U Z" }2 _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 T0 ^, i7 I, X6 V. a# k, W3 N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& c: s* F6 }' E- EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 T+ i. d# ~1 M2 u: G9 hBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( Q, D( V2 y7 {% I K( j# `/ TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * U% j+ G* S/ Q3 [5 y
# W, B6 X w8 }. DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 }6 M: m) i! G9 X5 eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& m+ |5 P v; T( t7 B7 {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + T. b# P V: h' _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " d5 K# N; O% W0 ?( d
/ b: n% _! s& T+ i' C$ M2 lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 b! R9 g. C" C1 `& `% |. a1 i2 q
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 r, D: g- W' j8 q/ j/ ^ y( k3 bHow you tried to set them free, ' S- B6 l$ E3 J% `7 S$ y
They would not listen they're not listening still, / @& L7 u3 \; ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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