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7 g6 m) t$ I$ z& ]- IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 f3 G) h& R8 cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . E$ q5 g- w$ v/ Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# j7 d/ v4 H9 E. O) G/ JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + M: |+ J' G! l* v4 |6 V2 h! L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ F: Z0 o; A* B6 f8 h8 |! }, s% DHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 K: j( r$ } T% F; I, B BHow you tried to set them free,
z4 o* q" X5 E$ qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 O$ m4 ~, x2 U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 c: V5 K- @' v0 E+ v" h: JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ Q" o+ ]: X2 ]# CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / z( I. ~! y1 L% `- {4 S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ n3 q0 ?5 ?9 v& VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% p* r# b/ J7 e7 e4 P, W! PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 d$ u# \7 l7 O7 g: n0 S4 V" H* k4 N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, t0 z: R9 \) E$ C* f$ j; v+ i( ]% n
But I could have told you, Vincent, " e6 R' V) `- d5 m o: j: o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 ~, h) G2 t3 a T9 r( J$ U
. ]$ z+ X! R" B; i; BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 g0 C9 f8 L1 b# w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; H+ t9 J4 H; jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / n$ H B9 U! K0 d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; m& h8 e+ U" t. ]
& ]8 k2 m9 q7 t. y h8 d* HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& Q! J: l7 Y) THow you suffered for you sanity,
0 w; q4 J) [ W" v6 S; M% z3 C, wHow you tried to set them free, 7 u0 \1 t) V& o
They would not listen they're not listening still, / {8 W2 m& j: a$ r/ F' z6 U
Perhaps they never will. |
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