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9 N( B9 j) T! ?( I$ }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! P1 S$ w. m( \" _9 ^1 c5 c I$ qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 c, R9 g* F( n+ oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% m- W. i( L% v) v2 cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " L2 D" e0 x! a) l+ c4 x1 \4 ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) r9 c# h/ _ z' e6 t" [2 vHow you suffered for you sanity,
) b" i6 I# \) s" \3 ZHow you tried to set them free, 6 H0 d8 ] a- p. @6 P, o7 X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ X# S& @! U- V' y! f/ pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , F& C* S/ Z: j6 }- N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- }9 P, J+ }0 c: b3 qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. b3 o2 y. s T* W& \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 @+ e' t. ^2 a% t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 L- i$ C) l* B; D. @% ~5 {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) T# V% E; [* B% v
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# b/ }' G& {: l5 i! |( g O" Z+ GBut I could have told you, Vincent, * J* O! Y! K9 ^0 I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . _0 e# r& O Y& B" @) H# X
5 @ Y! j! Y) K, O* {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" c8 _/ d6 p/ x" T9 h0 B! hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 b! j/ T9 Z8 u4 VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& h( M% u; d$ C/ W& sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - v0 o6 r# L1 [, `2 {2 L! [" n
7 H# f# F6 j% _+ g) U S1 FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 Q% f5 M: k8 ~. k- t
How you suffered for you sanity,# D1 }* c8 P; B- z' |
How you tried to set them free, % @1 @/ _0 }' [+ l7 L# G# ~
They would not listen they're not listening still, : n: C- ]# G3 C* T! L
Perhaps they never will. |
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