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! |" O4 M* H8 Y# h! Z7 v- R. iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 Y a0 P4 w! P: X- F; jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ K$ K$ G) {; b8 O x5 O5 d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- `+ r: f8 v7 T- C; m3 H7 c( T. s4 WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& f P! d& `1 b! xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ T# |6 W+ @- H y' p5 L
How you suffered for you sanity, & |: k, Y6 Q# u. o
How you tried to set them free,
3 ?6 V% Y0 V3 R1 GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 G/ e2 S( u. y3 pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, y4 Z3 |4 O0 h* [4 q" B2 i6 sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. C! \3 d6 I+ Q7 f; r2 w$ n/ m8 K# oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) s- H" E5 c9 `( HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * ~# _7 c& k* b; v
2 g) c# ^( G& [6 S4 BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' p3 n, _$ I! d3 B! [$ w1 RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) `% k9 Q* s4 FYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * M, l4 l7 w& |3 H+ z
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 ?8 |! t: r% \* q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 n7 F- b; B3 v( w5 MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; C8 S+ s6 P: i" F; X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 o6 ]. ?/ i) H, C. o9 G' yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 b" n* ?0 N7 p, n6 J9 B5 u$ U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% q: p t6 w# N; z ?How you suffered for you sanity,& H' B' K9 E. M& s3 H
How you tried to set them free,
- A1 G/ \9 w9 xThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 f& m8 @( l3 n, w) x4 j
Perhaps they never will. |
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