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+ K z8 G9 D$ cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& x/ e( q0 d3 O! iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( k1 N: p0 ~7 z! z- s. e) L$ H( _ a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 a0 [6 @, Z- @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" a% z/ Q/ o# G0 n6 l+ |: \4 e4 W. B rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' O p* v' q5 _" ~How you suffered for you sanity, 5 p6 r7 w+ [( K0 [% _
How you tried to set them free,
' y! Q. k/ }2 t. B% q: J0 D6 N+ v) SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . `/ B) g& }! ]- k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & N9 P7 g" Q2 Y6 i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( m* q, Y! d5 f9 Y$ {- d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , v2 R* a/ X4 I$ I# P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . W% B& t9 S+ u
; ?0 w/ M1 \( A& p; K, @For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 P X2 U, ]! H9 vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + n8 |& t1 `; C
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % Y$ x# G3 b! L; `& g1 j
But I could have told you, Vincent, , O, r/ x; y/ C# d1 z& J$ G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 R: t! v% G' G. x; x: a" D1 M
* n# s& g, |: j+ ~& ]$ ^4 A sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : H; c2 }: N/ c0 f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& l2 C- k0 P" ]4 Q2 g7 {. ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 j* Z7 n' z/ k0 s9 g' e( lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : V% G% \( ^2 W; w7 h& o' T
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + N' f/ F! |7 R; W
How you suffered for you sanity,
- j7 R' f+ `# S3 Z% {How you tried to set them free,
" e8 l% |; A7 R8 M7 ^0 pThey would not listen they're not listening still, X. p( Y7 M5 G4 ~* Y1 o" k1 j
Perhaps they never will. |
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