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% j2 u# n' @6 f' r6 Y6 A) UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; I- k( u9 O' C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 }! x, @: D7 mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 U: s! m3 _+ |2 {: X. G2 uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! F# T1 Q4 a1 L' d; wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- ~9 f1 F' ?2 pHow you suffered for you sanity, # s& ^& s t8 o& c
How you tried to set them free,
. [+ `) Q- m/ J" B- I3 p# YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" T5 u p+ Z% ?* F) VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / l) s0 K3 Z, i m: a. L9 w* j" m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 w" U$ d) a; }, S5 vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & K3 t) S: D( T. A, K; g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % I, X! }$ D3 i0 m
l$ p$ x1 ]! d6 A9 L' r8 kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + r3 P7 W, U" K+ H% _) V7 h. _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! V: W# H* U. N. G5 C' v+ F9 c5 qYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ |4 e# a: M/ P) d* mBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; Q+ r8 P& C5 O7 z% H# ^5 h4 SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 D( W4 Q# K* E/ U
1 _9 @" I, f' tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 ?# j7 Y: l; w0 F9 y/ h" yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 i! \0 [) V; W: w2 C [3 G" hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& n5 y" Q5 Y0 \' i( T) I# E8 jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : s: U! i0 y# q9 u" ]+ v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; T! d( J0 c, G) c
How you suffered for you sanity," v$ h4 n. H1 W* s6 q
How you tried to set them free,
7 _% b& I/ b# u* ` z% q9 Z" rThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 W* K# X* S5 k$ ^ ^: HPerhaps they never will. |
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