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$ g' B3 K' F P2 u$ k* AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 X s6 z3 {1 W! G* }/ h5 T+ C5 Q3 MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' N6 T( o2 v) d2 S. r0 p% xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# Q* J5 P x0 x4 Z: B; MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ d/ w: r: `3 x w" R5 ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 B9 ]& |0 ? O. x: `) e9 oHow you suffered for you sanity, . P8 W) S) ^9 J. j! Z. m. ?
How you tried to set them free,
/ X0 v, Y/ u: J/ K7 cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 j; j. W+ }7 Q$ E. |& P1 t$ q( ]4 M6 vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, l _ m D& }8 y4 A/ aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % I' K0 j, P6 F) l; M; u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# p$ o ~! d W) t! q7 Q0 ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. J ~! s t; m- y# e. D/ w- P
0 a" r2 k, V' Y% [" YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" x" l2 Q* X0 w: j( J, k# u9 w- dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" u% Z% t" P a. mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& ]& y0 B% J7 \2 o( l7 U5 |# vBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' Y4 n8 ^) I3 @& p0 t2 u4 W& x: NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% p! Z2 V" v6 y# N0 lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% Q" m7 D( H' i# f7 v3 VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& x9 W3 o! e% E. cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 g8 ^6 I$ K3 }- }' T7 d. S
- I& E# |$ b3 g$ p' @$ ^6 _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) m% v3 R% x. u4 G. kHow you suffered for you sanity,
, Q/ r5 v0 l5 f5 @* F/ BHow you tried to set them free,
# C$ i/ L* Y$ J( w, JThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 F2 q* |3 I _* o* _! i) m* B7 ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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