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0 [1 C( M8 S2 s' TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / Y6 P ^: @) S* A5 _7 p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / P' k! i7 l7 l% L; [' j5 U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# }" H* P, c7 E1 P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ c8 s0 D$ ~" ?9 QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ i% w# R2 Y) y, M3 L
How you suffered for you sanity, & u) E6 o* m. n1 G* Z* t% o
How you tried to set them free, ( r: p. z( b; H; E4 S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! G" |% n& q7 P0 M, }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) M# _7 B8 {& B. y! O, T; X% x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, ^ y) z" M `" O+ y; q3 ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, k4 a) n. T4 F5 X2 h% _8 [2 TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 }2 D4 i/ \+ Z5 X
* z& Y/ C. y) B& s$ s* dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / U8 ]8 K M. j& s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, h5 [! C! t7 EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! n& f4 M5 d9 U, z* BBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% a. S: N% x% T$ r% J0 j/ gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / D3 v) j: w5 O! W0 ]5 P& v3 ^8 v
1 o1 b3 e# Y% Q Z, {$ VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 n: S& o, M* o& W$ f! KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' ^6 l4 i" d! m. q0 t$ CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' e9 z% A* b8 }$ m7 _9 fThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 p* `0 i" C- J- s" _& ]
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) r4 O# N6 [' q( {2 |. yHow you suffered for you sanity,
* l& W) o4 `5 Q' lHow you tried to set them free,
7 P" {4 k3 q( r6 S: PThey would not listen they're not listening still,
?+ H6 ~5 `. b9 I9 _7 x$ I7 O6 _Perhaps they never will. |
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