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# Z4 j% s. X' u$ Q+ D& F) n! qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 O, b% x1 _' D# _$ \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. L8 s# D( m( |2 B8 V+ D4 kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ K/ a) o: ]2 n! N! N o3 N$ w. H* ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. b6 g/ E+ g+ O/ @7 f3 E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 K+ |* h6 }- g: S. w
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 G# X" v; q+ I
How you tried to set them free, ) x. D7 P; l0 n- w& Y( c8 n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 {! N, \* L( W; BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 ^! C$ F9 K, t3 L, U# wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 W0 d+ H8 @% {& k P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 m1 _% w' C0 |3 S$ P1 Q; gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( c: f( ~' z d V" M: K' IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : }4 c' g( x, p7 s/ u/ K$ ^( w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; Q6 u2 ` z6 s8 ?& h: a& {
You took your life as lovers ofter do, z- T @! K/ H5 P& ]+ ~% `# K$ _
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; G% m5 D/ U" g. @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / W5 B) m6 [( D- y4 H" J
( s7 z/ a* `5 c" g3 M+ @) ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / A- [& U$ v9 T! K4 X, j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# n2 u/ Q" X+ j3 r5 ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , h/ z F$ z) L: j+ M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 T. C0 u) h9 E4 @2 U5 U4 T8 L+ A3 u
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* `/ D/ ?0 n% Z# DHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ n: s8 E! M- QHow you tried to set them free,
8 N$ t: q& S' ]5 ~/ Q+ P$ M+ XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% Q# t) l3 ?# U0 x" R) D$ [. _Perhaps they never will. |
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