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: Y; O0 \4 p6 V; }3 l, JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 Z7 i2 q- p" U% y; c) eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 o( a1 N; ?; H4 d' L b2 aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 c( h( R: T1 d0 q4 k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, G4 F2 [) b* U" j- \Now I understand what you tried to say to me, Y ]6 W4 l9 n9 Q) G4 w) _
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 ^; b4 [9 N J
How you tried to set them free, * { H, w! H$ e% G: d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 ~/ s, r" P, v- c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! O' M. E- y6 Y1 {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , l7 F+ g/ M% {; J' e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 W6 m- @6 ^# ]. Z2 A2 Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 S) ^4 T1 _7 d; C$ c9 s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 x v- v e- e2 z& |
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / H! F- l! P* Y7 ?1 V% d% n
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ w% X. D* v& j1 [' T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 d! N7 m! d$ b& i7 X9 T
+ g0 Q0 K+ Q; _- oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & s# y2 c6 ]* \. j9 z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! }5 @$ i8 e# a- }% k7 E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: K: h$ S. u, W' `( c0 f( GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ a7 [- j6 w* O2 c4 Z6 [, \
O+ f/ r7 E4 r; E! c5 R; iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 x3 L3 z. A2 X% _$ GHow you suffered for you sanity,
, R& L0 K! x8 ^$ MHow you tried to set them free,
3 U; |0 N* p: e' mThey would not listen they're not listening still, . a: T6 U% G# z. ^) G1 F2 |6 y
Perhaps they never will. |
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