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& G [# B7 T% {5 b' pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - q+ ~7 V! A& `# F& T) F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # U6 `9 Y5 `6 n' Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 K; p, v8 ?- ?# i- @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % q, `' X/ J- |2 i- L' `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# o8 b) V) v' m! N: X9 J! eHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 M$ ~& v6 p" x: r* T9 B* N2 JHow you tried to set them free,
. d# R' y7 E9 M+ f2 m/ O9 mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & X N7 m9 X. T1 \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * y! x2 G* Q, W1 o/ m: L O3 Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * z: o1 |' G/ K- _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" S$ j" {) {( J+ XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * K9 c+ c* U$ o& z0 E* J3 t
+ W: r& P6 q( t, R5 ]* X* O1 OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 v* J# n: z8 ~' p- W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 d, @/ h9 r2 x9 [; w8 m8 BYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 O& A* n# e" J$ P/ R: {' MBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- R5 a# |' Y1 t# bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 z3 ~5 Q: z! ^0 v
$ Z: I* N3 p+ T6 eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 |* r* f4 q4 s- x( V9 tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& f, a2 [ ?# fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 ^9 E- m( R! g3 p% t1 P3 x& X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # b3 h. q b7 d$ t" X ^: u
% G' c9 m; F8 U3 v& V( V% uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 S6 {* U+ \' r, M
How you suffered for you sanity,0 E/ P9 A* m* w9 s0 {" x
How you tried to set them free,
- Q- ~# B$ C0 X$ u$ V; EThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# j% w' V4 ~; \" d; ^Perhaps they never will. |
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