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# o" S! ^6 ?" B: t9 G$ r) B- m2 yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / |0 Y6 f$ {4 m) o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / ~/ i- y* k' y4 U& g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* H+ o0 D' I: A* i: ~( n" g1 c% BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; e7 X4 w: N( K) V! L" U7 D l1 M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: P( }) Y z0 |; _ x. ^ P6 O
How you suffered for you sanity, . u9 I* ~$ I% s6 Q% [ J
How you tried to set them free, 3 m! v" n' x% w0 N! C' q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& L( z7 U& S, f% Y* ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 Y3 C5 v# c9 \6 H" k, j1 V/ N3 Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 a0 B4 ], D! d( ?. ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 f4 i) @1 F$ f! Q1 OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# e) m/ N$ `! L+ r' A) A) l8 QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 W( ~7 a0 I+ C4 {' PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, x$ s* i! x: U1 i3 WYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 u6 a2 |; Y; Z2 a4 \2 q8 ^
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ F- K$ _8 {5 t0 k- H0 FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; n- m$ @5 Z8 u, u9 L: |* |" @2 q* `# |
5 q+ _; ?9 r* [! h3 \9 J8 @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 W' ?' V: \& p# m9 M7 _0 BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. G5 R2 S9 |" ^; \* p5 m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 t+ W7 w8 q' E" [+ A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 I' g# u. p6 I# F. _ c
U+ N( s4 O1 Q$ l- |- w$ s6 H5 o) W. INow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 k3 j$ ~) V, ]) i) tHow you suffered for you sanity,; y, ?/ k6 x% O4 e
How you tried to set them free, " X) N: m2 B6 ]4 P* }4 {( e p
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( W* S% W5 V& Z3 T9 f9 R7 OPerhaps they never will. |
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