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3 L$ A$ C! V/ M- F; c) UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* d% t) k% }2 z; kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 K2 _ a2 E+ {9 w, Z8 ^ y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 r% i" w1 i, p* j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & Y6 R F; ^- l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! G% G2 u. c, g* K( {
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 E6 _5 G/ E- m
How you tried to set them free,
2 w1 t' o" [" k' cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 K# v: O2 v/ PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 W9 n, D4 m' J" O9 |$ _5 G+ G ?3 P5 n$ G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 y5 I) L& A6 y' A uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 J/ S1 G" W' iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; {5 Z$ y% ?# d4 \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" M+ }; f$ p, N# IYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, ^" ?4 c9 q2 ^- r, wBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' V$ V( W$ M+ r9 f. BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 o0 _* W3 m6 d) G2 f: l
9 f7 C5 N0 T8 B. y- s$ T" Q0 [ MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ b& J+ W m6 v# Z* ~+ m. z6 ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) }2 {% [4 Z# e4 z6 `/ t3 S/ j, ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! E8 l* V" |: C; y: k* a* q9 S7 RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( t `# _; ]0 F6 D3 P
! c0 g4 Q, G) i6 ~" C/ {7 fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# v4 x5 t# Z8 _$ ?/ nHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 v# J1 D* y$ o, GHow you tried to set them free,
$ s4 L- r* l% V( fThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 x3 F# l' d0 D+ T- O( ` j5 rPerhaps they never will. |
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