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* ^* V& c; q) z1 e# K: uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ K8 `5 x0 M; `3 v9 ~4 DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 d$ L; y# j' Y/ l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% ?5 w8 j/ ?7 YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
s6 d# D3 d NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* C6 V2 v0 U" F+ y5 c6 pHow you suffered for you sanity, ; K% @4 M) n- x. X, n0 l
How you tried to set them free, 3 w' v2 N( n/ T* a s* N a4 O% g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! S2 M, g0 B# D* ]3 O2 E- ?* f) s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - }6 r" a1 ~0 H7 E1 K' ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 a' z$ Y5 y2 h/ EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, {" W N# H6 z J, uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * m+ V+ U" v. W% R; ?8 N7 B
/ ~ k2 Y7 h8 t/ }$ [2 P/ pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * e$ r7 r; l3 \+ [0 g, `3 M; x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & W9 m" }# `* v4 r$ V: }0 F
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % l6 H* [8 O( f( ?
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: c& u* H, d& ^2 [6 `5 EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 l& S: ~' n; V
$ F2 V8 I0 h7 f& i' l+ \/ UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# n, e) {8 P+ d$ j' Y) | AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * \) z$ L6 O% ^: _* G! K% X! f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- T0 ?' v0 H' ]+ U% Z4 @# lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 h* t5 T1 T0 ^
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 |. u. b8 ~3 \" g% h% o3 X/ K% C, N
How you suffered for you sanity,
; x5 m6 g, c# g' ~; NHow you tried to set them free,
! {: F; D( Y* \% d0 I; g/ E5 yThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' e( T+ f1 a6 e$ q$ tPerhaps they never will. |
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