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- ^2 e; S6 @" {# I6 N9 \) zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # i9 j) {5 a3 Z% M' k! C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 t% v# C/ V9 G' X; x- F! yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. x0 p& E3 I# |" [5 w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / U$ t- i4 G3 I8 Q0 S" @' s) Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ H6 f" @, s* _8 r: y: M6 X
How you suffered for you sanity, I7 Q, k# r. n4 { T1 o, M8 @
How you tried to set them free,
, x4 S4 G# ^& j/ a2 S& t/ a' fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " U- \! o7 u: T! f$ Z: d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( B5 E) A# q' l9 t* KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: Y" t1 n, @) ^' SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; h8 t& t! ]% b# o$ r3 R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 A* U+ |: t7 x
5 O7 e7 V( d) h0 SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & `! [9 L7 [) e% y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) E& ]8 _8 U8 Z% U# [You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 F- `1 A! U3 _5 i1 Y( H& J8 {# K
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) T' H. f2 |3 Q; c8 ^8 R) g" |* A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; S& L1 m3 s& F# K6 S$ M5 l4 }
' t' e; K% w/ t9 v) K: `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 @4 F# F. A2 b" I# m dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) Y, F8 n) x7 E; ]0 W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' k5 m3 n; Z3 _; I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; g, q( ?$ g$ r2 i! K2 G& b
How you suffered for you sanity,
, ?: @& V v: U# H4 }7 i, E; ]How you tried to set them free,
& w" G* i Z' SThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& {0 v5 h+ P3 C0 zPerhaps they never will. |
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