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% [5 N% h$ c L8 YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & K& u; y6 Z9 m Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ W2 D4 b. Y6 e! y* L' T) LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, z! n0 e3 m/ c! T: T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ W7 a9 n/ n. G6 S) X% q3 @ ~) @2 ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ x: T5 V1 |$ ~0 ^. K1 k
How you suffered for you sanity, , a k# ~( Z; N4 l* ^
How you tried to set them free,
4 k- E( r+ R/ Q; MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , T. W; S8 k+ P3 P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + E! J& ?6 t. {) I$ T. A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , A: `% q; n! {+ U+ C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 M8 W3 x! E: |, ^- Z1 nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , K$ i. w0 I7 r, a) g
! H' H; n) F+ j- p: G2 n$ UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- a: w* T3 S) _- g# R B$ y. fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + Y' k* K8 n% M y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" F0 T" ?1 R* L. O% dBut I could have told you, Vincent, : Z9 [" A: n1 z: d4 V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : d! I. |6 |) H5 T. [6 Y
0 K$ L: i7 U# R- tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 F7 a6 A0 X7 B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 U7 d4 x: Z2 y) M0 ^, qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) t- m4 u" F3 }" v9 U; tThe 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, ) ]' ~1 c3 v; |& i; C* R
How you suffered for you sanity,
( p6 n( d3 E, z) v: SHow you tried to set them free, 7 [6 I! ~* J# P) \( v* {
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ a2 M2 Y8 ^6 q" bPerhaps they never will. |
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