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) x0 |& w& t! B1 c- d g3 pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ [! G% [0 y0 k; \, S G# b- XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ t3 j" \5 l6 Q: s* ^# iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 x" D0 X6 P% d; gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
e3 I" a O1 j. q$ ?8 PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' ~- B9 [* q* p9 x6 p* d: sHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 i$ _$ X4 l# ~2 [; m! A0 F
How you tried to set them free, 7 {, d1 M/ g0 a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * e" J- Z, G& o1 \; e, R' q5 c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ v8 {0 i- L" ]+ pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& L) U1 Y2 W* K9 _$ C+ xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 }8 L, X/ P9 N7 ?+ Y; g- w* p( AWeathered 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,
6 m3 m" c0 U2 C! l5 ]3 r: i/ r3 TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: T/ \$ \! {% K' m2 NYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 R4 p' ?* Y5 p; s: |0 t& A
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# V- d' L) j. L2 w- K4 Z0 ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 `0 H9 N K* h6 \7 y
/ a: Q& @- y. }% {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 }7 _/ {9 d9 R! f$ R( wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ u; A7 ~$ R" M6 S; DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* T; l# M3 Z) l Y+ G1 aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' c; R; n$ `3 G
* v9 [+ @1 j) j F5 {! w; SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 k: r0 C+ b) Z0 p, PHow you suffered for you sanity,; \! f7 s9 S( w
How you tried to set them free,
) ~! k! s0 `# @They would not listen they're not listening still, % }/ c" @) n$ b6 C
Perhaps they never will. |
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