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, _9 b: }+ `% lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 ?5 z9 s6 V: n/ d+ xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& u0 [2 N/ ~& H! z5 gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: [- D1 p" H2 u/ O9 [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
q, s. _* K, R6 q8 ?( ~' H s" ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 Q6 y. L9 |# {6 J# V
How you suffered for you sanity, ( V& p% A( G# D+ ]; O% P- \
How you tried to set them free, / W1 j# p) B9 J5 G$ p: k( H3 v# ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% E" c! p% O4 Z% ]' {; R6 k9 PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' L* g! |4 f- \5 fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , D4 a/ B, x- n* Q& |/ W. a7 b3 Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, Q. |$ Q& l% z& z( }$ V: [( t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 l* I) {. G: k. K' ^$ c3 k% v+ y5 @* G
5 w8 O% Q& m% \. f5 B- v8 nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # r6 A' h2 _( `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; q1 X/ u) f# ]7 X) ~; E5 Q2 tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 y* q ^2 \5 K( l
But I could have told you, Vincent, , `/ Y# p- g6 V% t4 ?- N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) r7 \8 U5 @ X, t$ A+ ^8 [ oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 A" q# k; x& R3 J$ ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. d& n: b1 @5 |) z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 L6 X/ c9 i/ _! k9 j+ B9 U7 ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 {9 Z9 x# O: {: A( _
" M5 G, u6 b. C2 z/ E$ }; S( [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! |6 c2 U) D4 YHow you suffered for you sanity,5 b$ L" p: [. g7 R, K h, B" G6 x
How you tried to set them free, ( g) G) f" U# p: v7 `
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' s9 D! F7 z4 b# G( e
Perhaps they never will. |
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