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6 N: J' S1 C7 K! ~, S: Q8 oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. F. s ~( U8 ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 J" a j9 M+ o/ _" G; b# ?( M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. |) L- g$ S! \. LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 X* t' R: H# z% [& k( DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 W6 K& j7 d' J0 _/ ?
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 G4 g& }; f( a% I
How you tried to set them free, & Q+ |) Y/ A0 o! G2 b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. I/ u/ J% u/ n$ w4 OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 ?; `, m) C3 P& E& jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . W D7 T# o* ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * Q) t- l3 a8 z8 P1 b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 R$ p( d. C) g
8 S4 d0 [& P3 o3 p% i0 O6 rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 M1 I$ p! V) _7 w$ a, _9 {! F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * e: e4 |/ {9 W+ I( y9 K% i1 F
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 S1 D. k, z: o. o4 oBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 }3 I* J5 g1 A) p! J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % ?. O4 d' W- X1 x3 n1 A! e
~8 V) I% P3 I: U+ @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 U' Z+ r, x9 i' P8 K" k5 UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! V8 V& H+ v3 s. ~2 {) S7 yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ P/ J; w4 E9 j& A4 S. _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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s2 N# m6 f' [6 @0 gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! }9 j# U* V, M! `( ~/ o
How you suffered for you sanity,; I+ [2 q4 a3 ?, a
How you tried to set them free, 9 y: r8 R0 [& ?) z9 p" f# w
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 I- j! B$ y8 ~, n4 V3 A, qPerhaps they never will. |
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