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8 f& s# L. x2 v# G1 }" eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, x' C! m7 O% p1 m. C) SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( K$ ]) a$ t2 s' f; CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: \8 g5 w7 ?' O$ A; C9 P `2 A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % C. C& a7 G" b8 J# h9 Q" Z& ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 y2 a5 u& E/ A7 Q& R* gHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 X N4 T0 L- _. k" M" b/ HHow you tried to set them free,
! f- p5 k9 T: j9 m. dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 l: o' d, B3 u! m: H. CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 K7 x0 S2 x$ s* X' ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 P J e! M; ]" D/ V- {. E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 y+ ^- P* s. C6 p/ W' s/ p6 _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * ?' f6 y* M9 x) V3 h
; x, M' A! I1 a8 L$ dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' A, w/ P' K% r3 w5 |4 e7 q' rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: f' p. F+ Y8 r( o1 u! ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 j% O) z* _ H/ F+ T" _/ T6 T) n
But I could have told you, Vincent, % z, |/ \% D6 N8 k/ w! d- t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 R9 Z& M S( c: a! n+ U
$ V# I' ^1 p! Z4 d; N: OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * ~2 `8 I/ m# ^: b) t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 g# L% |0 G S* LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' x7 W6 ?0 D- L& w6 I
The 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,
( z; {: b: U) N8 ]7 e1 |, THow you suffered for you sanity,; c* G8 |5 Y7 s; b
How you tried to set them free, 3 n8 Y6 K$ b K0 f0 @2 f
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ G9 T! d; z5 g6 @ ]Perhaps they never will. |
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