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% G$ i1 V% W$ |4 uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # \3 J; Z6 E9 o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! E2 H+ Q* r; l. o$ t8 i# GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 _2 L0 S* N0 t' D% e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) M$ X9 Z& m0 NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& J% L* x0 m' v& ?% G- \9 i) p7 kHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ O' U0 `0 ?/ e) |4 d, tHow you tried to set them free,
r8 g/ D, _) u2 v' wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 Q/ o( I. b9 r3 v# j: X4 pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & {& f: ^+ T9 ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / {0 U. ^' K( g! B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 v, d) B" f% O6 vWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # \ W- _& b+ _7 D' r1 l2 j
. J7 v$ k3 ]/ D. Q* W* HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - N7 K" j$ |' @$ i& X( d2 r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * C% { o1 V4 b0 u7 N% O
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 u: C6 Q9 p- J5 Y G% v9 Y5 IBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 d# {! I; {" m, bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + l- u0 c" u1 i3 j9 u) c
8 }) i. ~$ h: A3 t. ^, wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 \! L" [1 W* p% D# YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" B6 a O, [) {& l' E0 @# ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' t; |# [9 y+ {5 O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / a* @3 E9 G& O9 v. u# `2 t3 D$ ]
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 O% H% q1 ~# LHow you suffered for you sanity,
& U' Z! A5 @( z8 X& W; e# R) Y7 wHow you tried to set them free, # L6 e3 q: e6 z5 B/ R
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 z, H5 U" q L" @4 ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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