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5 z! g$ Q. `/ P8 q' M+ P' PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : l/ h- {" U) ?/ s7 g/ `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
]- m3 Z% a% G0 G$ \+ ?* eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 A% q5 P4 x$ D( h) B, B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 M& b0 n; W# `% Y. R3 p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ n* w# _% C+ n/ ^9 nHow you suffered for you sanity,
: d2 s" U( \7 l8 BHow you tried to set them free, 5 O; d; [ I4 H6 ]4 b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 M, T/ U( ^! T: N! r# {3 dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , N! X4 M+ M+ r* B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 @1 { O6 _2 w- n% jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + V& F7 T' F! q0 t' n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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x9 {' n/ f! k0 MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - |5 p6 A/ p6 } t/ w/ _$ }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 M6 H/ l+ D7 \: n/ E) q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! ` o! v9 p- C7 d/ R* g
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: s. A; Z) z# d w. W- j1 g( _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' C9 h' N3 s, E2 Q
! V8 s% m7 `4 o9 bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. g9 ^* ~/ J, k, X3 S+ {2 tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' N5 n) D9 l0 Y1 ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( L$ y6 g0 a6 F' b" n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' D, M4 s3 V8 z2 g
, L, h" a: }/ s3 ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ K: B5 b/ S" F9 |How you suffered for you sanity,1 Z8 X5 u5 k0 u, |, a* @
How you tried to set them free, " C' \" y1 Q0 p
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 ^ z0 Q$ i+ |- X5 o1 Z b; W( E0 N- K, p. ?Perhaps they never will. |
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