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% Z9 D3 s/ l. B; mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : @ P4 \0 n1 `9 q( D0 z/ {& Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
Z/ _4 y9 b: d4 h/ tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* J- y5 Q* j1 ^5 UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ ^% c. z6 }2 \% ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. e+ _. ]6 P% N! d/ J$ j4 D$ D0 gHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 i5 c, J: s0 z3 \, B1 }% M
How you tried to set them free,
9 T. B7 g* p9 Z4 Z( J4 t! T1 Y, nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* K+ i: f3 Z2 ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % p( U! S' R) M, F; Q. D$ }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; D' _" o. I6 ?2 e9 b8 r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 e" @+ W; S6 i" p# {) P) X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 Z* @" [; g9 b8 d' y
+ Q1 W8 P6 j+ Z/ \, F9 ?/ {For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 E; y1 P: J- i( C+ x1 eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) ]! _ h; y) B: @
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & O3 e {. |8 K% _6 O5 e: C: U
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 [$ D" V v8 |# U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" }2 y4 B7 U6 V1 r, AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - V) `+ V- S- I2 s' u* V* e, I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' f8 b3 W- q" M8 [" q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 L, B. T+ y) A+ [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % Z! u- {& x' \! l% j
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: s) m0 X3 J* K7 N2 q) j: B# ]How you suffered for you sanity,+ y/ p5 T7 a( C/ _0 q/ g# E
How you tried to set them free,
4 s; S( w7 ^6 M a: }They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ D/ l& O1 ~ K0 hPerhaps they never will. |
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