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( z. q) S& L. f; w) A* _& s* FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 r' Z" X! w$ a, y; h% `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) K7 n) b, ]/ v6 k3 T c1 QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 m. C0 j: X- ^9 H4 N" _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 \5 P! p0 y7 ?+ z) ]0 Z/ jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! [# p3 w0 D& W/ {9 t
How you suffered for you sanity,
( ^* |: u E- g% SHow you tried to set them free, 6 R1 l, ]9 F, v* B8 Q. H1 Z- K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; y( O7 B$ p3 U; J& }, z0 jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! n, V. T; K: |. GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & k6 Y5 L2 N1 F# v/ ?' q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. d. B" \ x I0 c% g$ _2 dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 c- r) ]& B0 p" Y8 Q. A
, @0 u( Z' {& _- q6 G D; r Y; AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 e* P% w& `& Y$ T% wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 D- \( i% w8 i# |- EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
p, D- a/ `+ o, i- U: {But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 N5 ]$ M/ e* i5 V1 VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 n8 r( X2 \: v7 O" {4 i
/ J9 F( j4 |* EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " b3 [. x5 G) b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & O4 g$ ~& q) S G; D/ X: r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' T6 \. V* J; n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& W; W2 V+ A. y- ^4 G0 DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 N0 v8 {! G% X/ K( H) W4 kHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 X' m; _# y) h" hHow you tried to set them free, + r5 p* X9 ~9 _
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 F; S! L' d( o4 e. U! y7 APerhaps they never will. |
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