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7 X5 ~& b. D: w6 ^1 w# Q1 ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ j+ l4 Z1 a: D9 g0 j) p- Z0 XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 ~3 W; j% E" E- a4 q6 L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! n) E8 a0 w1 KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : [/ ?5 e) s/ D( F! u) D3 b$ r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: F# Z. K4 C; g5 x9 p/ i4 y0 Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 Z6 l9 c# B$ n( S/ H. }" e) NHow you tried to set them free,
. O6 U* R f- m" LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 h! t7 F0 k% o/ U+ C6 pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 f3 |& O) z* @1 t" sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 Y, I& R* M7 f; u# r0 h1 Q" `. n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / R/ V. H9 d' K# J! v, s% h! p
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 U$ Q% n: s$ n8 g9 IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 { K$ k0 m+ p a) O' R$ r/ aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 v( {, g. X- {You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 o; X9 x& }/ ~3 ~. JBut I could have told you, Vincent, . ?9 k% D9 Q/ I% R% r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % k" Z" ]& t- n1 K" l# b$ R4 u
; p. k) T; w. SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ p; F. O% S4 z; I% L% }5 c3 uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' d$ P6 [+ Y( {7 q A2 l7 yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- ?+ ]/ @* J; V- ?0 d0 lThe 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,
2 [" ?0 M) {! `5 Z3 iHow you suffered for you sanity,
- A R( o7 z x0 c9 yHow you tried to set them free, $ {, V) A' x+ [2 G1 R5 i w) w, Y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. m! Q6 d# W* I+ {9 ^Perhaps they never will. |
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