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' Y4 h$ D& V0 g+ BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 B- v0 H- h/ A0 }) u" LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 s0 R& V: a/ W w, z- aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: K! L* A5 N ?4 O" P5 J% vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! I9 |/ T% n! W5 r( BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 T+ y/ S" v$ q# G3 n) |
How you suffered for you sanity, , A8 e+ l* g2 c, [
How you tried to set them free,
8 p( r% ?) A$ M J% b9 _" FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 p0 r3 [2 L1 cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- b" D$ K2 P8 U ?4 I, K6 R, b: L2 vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % h+ \' q2 i* x' f1 ^( R1 t% N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % |; b. h- _7 e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! O9 q s# L! l8 Z8 h1 I
) A( l5 a0 `1 m4 r2 _& i8 }, bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + n+ }* x+ S& I3 k" N+ P( v3 E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # @2 F& f! S- [9 c3 S. Z ]: t6 x
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % P* g/ i7 [; L/ Q1 Y* u- \% B% ?
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 c0 x; \) ?8 P& h* W3 F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 D& t* k: r2 H6 ?" PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 @7 u; t$ U% E- A! _/ t+ t- IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. |0 O3 k3 L0 J' i3 t, d4 o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : A, S+ d/ V" r5 Z# q# g3 {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , O0 Q$ p; T& s$ q; b
4 B# C/ w4 g; y' z/ xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * g1 X: V8 m* |: o8 U' o/ C
How you suffered for you sanity,& o e# y, }/ n F+ T( F, B
How you tried to set them free, `' h8 X6 g8 I
They would not listen they're not listening still, / [+ a8 O+ B9 w* v. V% j# v
Perhaps they never will. |
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