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/ s# J; @: g# z& dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 u) |+ z7 a$ m: n1 k! x! _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 J) S; t3 M' d* t. C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' Z6 e. X3 ^$ d1 WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + H# X; l O* ~0 I8 s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 M- D- N1 o# F; \# w UHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ b1 e3 D& | e/ n; ~How you tried to set them free, 7 x1 N$ X. S; U( ^% K# `% x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) Z# O7 M% B j3 s c8 PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# I& b+ j# w# A6 M4 ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# U8 w) z, x7 [+ f0 ?( Y( q$ Y2 CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 \; j: w' }& c( Q; o( x) o2 dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 c% V1 h- k: F5 L E0 s, c- c7 i
T9 S" Y8 z! h. dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 G# r( M. H9 C# I5 A. NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. C, e7 v! P7 p4 G, OYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 `0 F% S( r$ S# K
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 E1 s+ G- E8 |- h5 _* |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 m! y6 V) D( J( Y5 a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 ?' }/ c" \* i8 X& K8 y8 \+ V6 }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 K" z6 E2 t# G+ QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 k4 ?* o) \: e8 V
. _2 ~1 c% l8 i& `! Q) uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: b$ }) m) A8 VHow you suffered for you sanity,+ R" v" f9 y3 l1 q& r
How you tried to set them free, 6 d, u; K' l, q
They would not listen they're not listening still, + U3 J; Z+ f! i6 |& l' t
Perhaps they never will. |
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