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+ v6 `& I- v9 k) F3 |1 `' U! g& }0 OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( C/ o& H- M0 V5 c* E6 T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 q1 m" F6 W5 a! O$ ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 q9 T% o2 W$ e/ [! x1 UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
s% X9 R6 O* ?# MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ C5 @! V/ F1 W/ DHow you suffered for you sanity, $ f4 h& J: c$ D8 r
How you tried to set them free, / w8 A5 T' s( L9 A$ q i& v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 o$ S, `9 m1 m5 a X0 n6 S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 W$ ?; R# C ]2 {9 R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- |6 P3 b7 |8 ~0 Z- h W! a2 ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( |9 U5 H+ j6 D. L$ QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' N3 _4 ?' [% g0 M/ d2 \
" h4 A# f/ O5 \! }For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 y2 t! u; j6 [; ~! wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 ^1 h- k1 p; G9 G. UYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 ~' ]5 v7 f# P1 i* [
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: n1 N! b6 ]0 K- c$ d, j q, x; ~6 fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ t0 P* l) M) _& Y+ T
5 b. l6 p. r0 uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 y. `' K8 M" t7 r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % ]" ~0 x* ?5 n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& \! `) T' V" ]* F7 @4 @4 Z5 ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) E4 c l0 A9 T; e) ?& j* m5 X: W. X
C5 V: _! v' {: t6 K2 UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 f. T. U9 V) l
How you suffered for you sanity,4 e; B* O7 E) C/ b9 U
How you tried to set them free, ( E1 ^8 z1 {+ `# [: |
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 |/ ~9 a6 q1 R0 ~$ a
Perhaps they never will. |
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