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. j: S! M: }1 h3 ~3 \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, p! i5 q8 ], Q, |0 CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 ^" P, P5 r" A( HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; R7 f) i$ r' }+ @$ X6 A V9 P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * x4 u h0 K" y( ~0 M( l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 L. A5 e2 Q& D' w) lHow you suffered for you sanity, # J: H- J3 U' B
How you tried to set them free,
" z; v& b& ~' K( y% a. n' g! ]1 rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; L- {! h$ Y, v1 p1 M8 { Z% Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ O8 p' e4 L( C( j& I. ^' V9 dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 Q# p. E! Z% f) }4 e n A+ l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- ]8 ^1 c/ T; N4 p. ~# UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ L$ a# b6 |( p. i' @' s
( p. _/ D* w, v; SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - s g) j" z, l; n2 x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 V5 R% @( j+ l# N, D5 rYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . y7 ]* d5 W$ f( ^6 a
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 r _9 y A2 @) JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 @" X1 v- L9 a
+ X8 u) m3 l/ Q" z4 ]0 VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + X0 B2 f6 p z, e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) e3 b- B* d2 z! v0 BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; r2 p+ v; G: F! a2 p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , l; f" X+ }2 B. s r
9 Y8 d, @; |, L3 x0 mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 y2 \# P. j1 q: [
How you suffered for you sanity,
% Q+ b% q( ^/ D/ wHow you tried to set them free, . [8 C% T, R4 f, n- \5 y; h ^
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 o6 H( x7 L O9 ZPerhaps they never will. |
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