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7 g* f$ M9 T: GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) a- P, c8 m% D6 Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 N" |5 D, `' O0 f8 w! P5 Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( P! y7 u7 D2 I. \2 KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) S1 I5 |0 X/ [$ j& V: C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
v/ X$ [( z2 }/ ~& Y% d' @How you suffered for you sanity, ) R. W* H/ U0 |! M+ e, M* k
How you tried to set them free,
0 g% h; @5 P8 |2 zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ ?5 j( n# E+ _$ m" c- ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 N7 @) T" c# n& A* |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 n% l: [& [$ J/ W9 b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, O, n. ^4 x) G( S* hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : r) I* a9 \: ^ l* ], o
, Z6 }! I# u I6 dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* E% y+ M: q* [. }, I; I+ SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% l/ a D6 \; m6 Y1 RYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( I0 C* x9 m; y( F+ U. @+ n8 r
But I could have told you, Vincent,
w- D' G0 i6 A9 R KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 |" H1 m0 P6 c4 M' {; A1 p
6 m7 A" e) n0 L; o* A9 j7 nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ H Q5 l! v4 M) l9 [6 L; lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* r, W) s4 a0 r! f2 L/ E3 PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 d! J* ?4 N4 t" \2 PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 c3 F( }) I7 a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# f7 r1 B" m `" w/ [$ P5 xHow you suffered for you sanity,
! C# M& ~ J+ _6 HHow you tried to set them free, & [" p2 M: b, {# m4 Z8 G- `' e( u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" t& \+ H0 ]2 L( w! \0 E1 dPerhaps they never will. |
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