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" e, ? ^1 ]1 ]4 S8 BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : }) b. S. E1 u; V- K; Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ ~/ |# ~& K' y! O6 zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) e% `$ ~# D* I8 }' Q; [9 R8 TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 O' i& @% b$ A; Z8 L+ P" l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 Y3 y5 [+ I% O; kHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ p3 L' y0 g" L2 @How you tried to set them free, / z7 @) z# ^, R: h/ F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; `" N& ?1 d- C+ d6 jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . T3 ~5 f6 U5 ?# [; k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
c2 E' O/ E. z# S; `+ ]1 P0 cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
C, ^5 ]% |; b8 N v4 H2 y% VWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. z: H* g9 H) G5 `' T
* N" m; v5 V @- l8 P5 EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # f2 c' y, P0 o# [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 `) o3 R/ d0 A4 J/ t# p
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - [% u' M1 f% R1 G. F, }+ _9 }
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; C. I, u7 A1 X9 m' YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! a3 |3 q& r8 c( V, P; j/ v1 L
. C; j( x2 g+ M5 i/ x" eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 p) o: T2 I8 u+ T6 WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & [( Y0 p8 Z. [/ J# A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& d$ a+ Y9 V$ z& O' Z9 RThe 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, % q) ]( q( Q0 n
How you suffered for you sanity,9 q2 ]) d+ i3 T9 f5 T! W
How you tried to set them free, - f! L8 t- X; f) }
They would not listen they're not listening still, m# J3 K5 e2 @$ [& ]) t7 L: I
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