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& ~7 m* I+ F+ W" Y9 R; eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 l4 L2 ~% ]- ^9 d& O5 ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; k+ X- `) c0 v' X; h! y6 BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 I; C# G+ s& W6 m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 B* ]6 [' Z4 N* N0 l* d5 c6 hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 x! h9 F t P1 q
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 X2 s& e, u5 @7 l- q [
How you tried to set them free, S \/ \% i7 G$ ~% U" z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 o; h+ y, \3 S- E: J6 X ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, G9 [* Z% I& S& ~, k) R) P3 ^- _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 n0 s, s1 @0 g3 S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - L! \. A: ^( ~8 H7 w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# j# x1 X+ ~3 i- wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& l8 y/ h- v* o* DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, g! E" B3 C; {0 x
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; p" |( h/ z3 g5 X8 pBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 Z ^0 r2 |% @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % q. A, d+ G5 i9 c, ~
% M+ @- S/ r D) eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 O! l$ t! n$ P, C3 g' c6 x% |. a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) [1 W, K+ c i9 D* J) mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! P. V* \5 u" Z* p9 t7 \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + _+ b; b0 F/ {: c% W7 w
. K3 B0 [* Q4 J' {- jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; H8 }$ a q! U2 u: a3 h9 E
How you suffered for you sanity,% C/ o; R( J+ l4 D- h! a+ _9 g
How you tried to set them free, 6 ]2 a, c. S; C4 {& v1 S
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 k; E$ K# H, ?4 z3 ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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