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/ M$ Q& @& u7 ^: L5 VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" b. s, b/ D2 ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : R) ? b) \6 U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. s' X) X7 D9 x; m0 ~4 L! h* D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. V$ {5 L9 Q+ C3 x d/ y3 _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ @% W+ x1 o; ^7 f: _) a) n, t
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ `+ v3 H5 @4 }' H6 jHow you tried to set them free, ) z+ m/ v. H! {2 E U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! F" J4 Q2 `/ y b: [, wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( R! [2 B6 w% a/ F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ d7 S( D( P8 f% R3 K" e$ cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
V Y7 h: x- U% h- y# k, U7 vWeathered 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,
! F( x* ?, Q2 r+ p5 {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " ], w* ?. X6 y4 W% o9 U3 o$ g
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 u$ Q* {( ?( PBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 U: t! J6 _" z$ i* wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) |" i' g* Z' ]/ h2 O& O
" o+ V- x) v; @/ QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; v9 o! [4 [; [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . `2 U0 e8 d1 t$ e3 k$ |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- m5 @! n- }& J6 [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 A! F+ M" P. a* Z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , f4 x" _2 E. M
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 G4 b+ b2 ]# ?' yHow you tried to set them free, * q2 Y) B7 b) c7 V% T# d' t
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 D* _2 H: x! U! t6 O' c
Perhaps they never will. |
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