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0 {9 i- v& B' ]5 R+ EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 J! K2 u( T, c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# b$ i' J8 Y3 h2 U% c9 XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ t, P. t' Z/ l: i, [1 }4 XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % C7 O8 i1 Q. N% ]9 W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; ^4 d, ^' t: A! y4 r
How you suffered for you sanity, # M g. x& ~. V" }5 Y$ d7 ^
How you tried to set them free,
2 i" O' o" [- w3 l* W wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 n5 k/ S, G3 R* D6 m$ {4 Y% r( n1 h4 o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % }4 A2 @" @ m4 ]9 C. J: J0 @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! a# a9 t0 ?; T9 W; B0 _7 oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" e( e$ M% Y; q+ {7 g6 I0 U: v0 QWeathered 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, 4 _1 n( V+ y* ~+ Y" s6 c! k5 f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / c4 T( D: ?. r7 \
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 P( i6 k1 N5 N" EBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 W5 Y7 Y4 j' K9 F( ]7 H7 e7 _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) K8 N+ J) S: }$ n7 v
! I0 @) G) _2 r; g+ vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: M ]4 `, D/ g6 d" K+ x f) kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 p0 s: i& f* S& e7 w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & _* k. \: B: W' r2 n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . v+ J' r% [( v6 \4 r
# r* Q& u2 S: \* c4 DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& I' f0 N- B" t3 Q7 m, A& R i4 d) DHow you suffered for you sanity,
) w1 D u- L# ]7 H; y6 t6 xHow you tried to set them free,
' |7 B* B8 Y" d1 b9 Z2 QThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) s. D, y2 y% |) mPerhaps they never will. |
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