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* C& _; E/ ~: v: d% UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% B4 r4 G. W2 XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& m. _8 ` y; X8 f* |* b1 r5 y$ rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( ?. Q. Y3 s. ?9 rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 h2 Q8 Z( L' \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 _* W6 s6 j! @! ?% r3 j& z
How you suffered for you sanity, $ c2 i( y0 I, |5 S/ h* l
How you tried to set them free,
1 B! N/ ?. h9 J& R+ ]4 WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . I* a0 W9 B1 C! R8 b7 ~$ x* j! T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) ] [. R# S! D* S( \6 r" S; E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ T* Y( E! |: ]5 b9 K# T! gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ t$ o, L$ b5 w) z8 B7 B, tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ l" O0 G* }3 S7 _; @2 N4 H+ N
9 e3 E* r5 D' }1 dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, v. S' b6 e: S8 q% H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. s4 X9 \! R/ V2 [- D# hYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" O$ a1 ?) l! \+ T5 KBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. J. Z% \2 z% P, r: y8 A) eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . E+ N) A) l6 Z
" U2 l5 [* ~! a) c$ Z6 LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * ?9 o) g5 F Y; T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 N4 L. |" }) _# V5 v8 n; }- ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - G/ I0 T4 c+ }7 p- _
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, " b; J- ?: `% F; o3 w% p% W
How you suffered for you sanity,
: N4 A5 X2 g8 o/ X& }& HHow you tried to set them free, 0 |# `& b+ x* m t
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 ?+ g- ~. [/ P8 g) K8 g
Perhaps they never will. |
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