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_' J/ j: z$ R1 n$ }( jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
~! T" ]' L: f2 q" P( N" N! tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 F2 s/ ?1 q& {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 ^1 c5 Y- O" p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; l( B: s7 @4 b7 U+ N2 DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ ^7 ^( Z- Z. s+ g
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 S3 u7 `9 W, y* x: `% l- Z' X
How you tried to set them free,
" O) [* A! o! J" ] n5 \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 n: w; s0 y( @8 O8 NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " f1 o/ x, I$ A, s6 q. ` I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 ~1 `: V7 i1 R; ]! A" e3 O6 C7 QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " o5 D, m! g/ a8 C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( ?! q- A2 X. z& `$ T
, |+ f N1 v2 g9 v& d9 a5 ~3 M8 sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- t1 n1 j4 T7 j! ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 K8 W @2 \# a1 p2 c C
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 K& x- h2 ]. i+ R c' k
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 f2 N: k% [' N4 ^ x; o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' K" a" ^& g e' h; ~& N
( C4 e+ w" ^9 fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 {% a' S# O+ U: i9 [ q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ @; k" w* t9 M0 Z+ tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : o1 |8 a2 v0 a& \; Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , q- F' [) D7 O+ t! P2 h
- T7 s8 X& k) h B0 ~4 wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% q. ~* f5 x0 {/ wHow you suffered for you sanity,2 [$ |7 ^% E9 C! f4 q2 p1 f2 r
How you tried to set them free, ! z. w% \. A! U% q" s# `1 O9 B
They would not listen they're not listening still, + }. e4 N6 D# U2 K
Perhaps they never will. |
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