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7 k8 {, C4 U$ kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
o6 F8 l1 J$ x+ V' {2 s( z) l9 t3 r# s8 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 l- x: _, l% p( Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 p) C) N5 L8 Z% A/ X. v, D( RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ p" h( p* S' eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 G" ~' R. O$ C) g( \ ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ ^5 u, g6 C! \6 O |7 I5 CHow you tried to set them free,
3 N/ f- s: Y; L+ m: ]( {8 |! j0 L* BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 _7 m6 e' c- t+ N; U8 }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 f# k. m4 i% `2 n Y: uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" z8 Q# ?1 L i1 q) H* WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 Y5 n! `. c7 k9 f: tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * V3 T6 c! A: J1 @
& a7 I9 }; G3 p1 n$ Z) sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * n8 k( a3 U2 }, Q4 M& o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! I! d M7 w' f: V6 X+ Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 f- j9 R ~2 H' K0 @4 q5 O* j
But I could have told you, Vincent, . a% |% ?* k) k- P5 ~3 e7 b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& d- r1 X/ h+ i* h& X; D' U4 {: v! ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 j) Y O7 H0 L x( I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' Y0 d/ ?5 p( g: l( W" VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) o6 N$ k9 r" b) S* YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! n4 i0 v& ?5 Z9 ^
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 b' h+ H) P) s4 WHow you suffered for you sanity,
. E: ~& t" \/ H& w, DHow you tried to set them free,
& c* j" e# Q! z4 ?. I# N6 W2 lThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 `, s6 U$ B) G! e, Q! u4 }" T/ Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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