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; i, Y% |. m; l* jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * Z1 c/ `# E" V& F v# u# ?( E7 c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 U& S$ U$ x# G& k' qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 a5 Z1 M1 }0 m% ^4 {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' E, f$ n( h- E5 Q! \' l% B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 R7 T5 z, R- y6 `# S% @
How you suffered for you sanity, ; m. G& p; E- Q& g, ]9 [9 u0 o
How you tried to set them free,
6 K, Q9 V- a$ o5 M- EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ W% j) `6 i* U( U* PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , U- Z1 C* k4 ~' c8 y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 h: _+ M' e1 c! b( w+ U2 RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) A+ H/ I$ r! r% K) J- lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 r" E% ]- ^/ n- Y/ b6 W2 X1 C
3 p, S9 J3 M& y/ n) jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * e2 v& O6 @7 m. B; M) V) @4 D0 v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 N4 a: ]' q* P( uYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 e, x( G7 t Z- g4 V4 q# jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 H9 ^! F- T7 J6 y0 fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . E: q4 Y" w/ R8 [& J- l% Y3 ~
- }# t/ s1 e p3 G& _! r* FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- i% P) u' b. w4 {& f* mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; N* |6 X9 Q, F( z4 }( l" XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; I# D( C9 ?* j# W* T5 d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " A* Z, {5 Y! c
How you suffered for you sanity,2 ?+ X: @& t& E: B
How you tried to set them free,
$ y% s! a' g# J' Q; `# R2 f, eThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 ]" t# |' }. d3 M% z9 F. @5 O
Perhaps they never will. |
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