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/ Z( ~6 v! O; v! f+ Z% Z& W$ JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! p$ ]1 M- M& F& [+ u" Q/ v, y/ j8 NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % m0 {' |2 t$ ^5 l7 ~- k* Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 r$ k3 Z( i' U" LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 S/ g1 J5 I' `) G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 k& m; o! _8 c5 U+ D
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 K4 X9 Z8 q/ m {$ ^' T' GHow you tried to set them free,
7 p4 O& f0 d+ m2 a3 o# cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 b. F0 o( _4 _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : Z! n6 V- N! s j* k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 |5 V2 o K% u# ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) n4 m% I+ R' \# `* d) W! l% }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,
2 K. v; D- ^8 o3 ?* MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 Q5 z6 k0 `9 ?" jYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; R) i; W- } [( n) H+ W4 h8 e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' s3 `* x) Y8 FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ t% I# {7 Z( Q2 A+ k) S! b
: j" y- G& B$ A7 Z/ FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' d: V5 ]6 L7 d- A4 yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 Z: o7 U5 }3 ?; h, r! A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 X( Q/ m2 N/ Y# W" A DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 q& Z' ^, n5 m* z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * l+ M! I# k. O+ m1 ~. [
How you suffered for you sanity,
* l: C4 c) u# K' m, \How you tried to set them free, % ^) R9 u7 d& v" p
They would not listen they're not listening still, : a& y; ^1 k: r4 g0 ?( `
Perhaps they never will. |
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