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6 z: |6 w7 n5 @% ~7 SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! \! Z5 ]3 h2 K; G! f3 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 @+ Z: D! Z% S" L$ E2 `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, ] [1 f) m y- ?0 o* `1 YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / @3 P. G/ t1 a( M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) [) @* L' j2 b4 q9 k G/ w
How you suffered for you sanity,
) D9 j F- g% Y) K0 m# c/ EHow you tried to set them free, 9 Z+ K. k+ z+ V! C7 h( R7 @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 }3 G4 S1 V+ g7 NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* d( U# T" a. GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 n0 O' }% W8 f" }- u- G- |( GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' p0 Y7 N. x( \9 V
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, 1 A6 C, s% F3 O% R b! X/ O( W! I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" |( ]/ h6 N5 Z2 DYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) L: c, ?! S( \9 F7 x
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 ]0 ~) m: r4 ~5 U8 `2 W# t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % h7 D! D4 Q y; P
/ b) u/ R5 Y& s3 b$ MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; L7 d r4 n: _$ T2 S% j+ X; _/ h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ R0 @3 j" _+ DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 P% O1 U- j6 H4 O7 ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . x K1 U9 c2 E8 Q0 c- E$ K8 x* @
/ D+ {( Q8 t6 rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . I& t, x. P9 r! P+ a) S
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 F) K* C9 C( H& n1 L1 F: G4 UHow you tried to set them free, * M0 r/ w/ p2 M4 o. z* W4 k
They would not listen they're not listening still, % S' O0 W" \8 i4 W( e8 m6 f! Z1 d5 s
Perhaps they never will. |
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