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; F- u. S- L, f5 `- @+ f( }* XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ Y2 Q& x$ k6 \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, f- C* ~+ W- a7 S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 t! f6 x& F( L' T$ O0 |: V8 FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . @% V; \) S/ I2 p* B. j1 y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 y1 e7 F) d3 B q( v3 @' t% Q
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 j" x# z, K# z5 h( ~# F) P' F4 s7 z
How you tried to set them free, 3 B9 Z5 f9 d4 Y8 M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( F8 s9 E1 H; [& m- z$ RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 K% |0 e3 q m! k2 V5 VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 U2 T) V# v( F) L- @1 s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. n- a; b. L+ S, \2 G, o! ~/ {Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . _! c1 D7 g- K0 t
+ f6 f) S- i( t$ D& I* J% T* tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 I. S$ v+ o* P+ ~( y* `2 EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. ]! f. H9 C/ C" M' T7 x. m) Y* X3 q# yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, f/ M+ _! a( N$ P1 a
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 y4 V/ @1 c+ Y+ F& g7 pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. _) W2 |* e! u S: J8 S. W
! f: V4 D9 f- ]% W6 v, Q2 y* J, hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ x! W, e: C. v& E: R5 K% f, k% ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' ?- G8 i! @5 {7 B! E- S- O6 m& B" c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # L, K0 M( ~& }6 J) i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& h8 R, M2 \/ }* W* c5 u- w3 H% SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( P1 d0 w% F5 l' u" @. L2 |3 Q, SHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ g. t9 m9 A* l: d' C( ~, p. Z' GHow you tried to set them free, # H& M$ |+ V+ Z- t+ U2 j$ a. `9 J2 r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* }6 l; }% l- t/ A) H$ V$ w# _1 fPerhaps they never will. |
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