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# ?" X2 o& ?% @$ K5 N8 q2 uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % a) x6 I/ F$ H! n2 N( c* r! x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) t) F5 z; l# R) E* g1 h, LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: l# I3 [5 Z. @3 \+ ]6 }% _+ YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, \) f, Z1 Z8 J; F' INow I understand what you tried to say to me,* d" J4 f( C. x" X
How you suffered for you sanity, + ~5 Q. Q" |, Y
How you tried to set them free,
# @: R0 k% B9 U9 d: v$ v8 kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 ^% ]0 s/ E9 j8 R& e+ }1 A- S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + y; \2 U. L8 Z2 O5 u6 K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : @, G. @' h' A3 ^# Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 v' l) x. w1 O5 `, W. _0 b2 i' h& P' B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * l5 R0 \: N7 T% M
# x! R8 ?5 l% u2 p- Y/ e9 sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; ~4 S7 F) g: O5 E0 DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 v) ^9 B: T* m$ J' a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 G S7 D8 j% _3 t, c# } m/ ?: }# V
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% p0 }/ G* T2 q9 A( ^6 A9 CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : N. s c& @5 [8 P/ c5 F' |
5 j/ ~5 Q( @ t* E" xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % p) o' F; W0 B7 F1 x" m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ b4 p6 N: x1 f) s) G/ }; }* _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! k& C& l* @( m( e& [$ p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , @" P. W: u7 V( o
7 s) p0 x% z$ C1 N/ ?( HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 m; A) ?! v7 D& IHow you suffered for you sanity,
, S5 F4 Z; |0 s9 JHow you tried to set them free, 5 A V7 c: w# |6 t' r8 `, C% R+ k3 m
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* a/ i I. n0 Y! }& |' H4 d6 L$ bPerhaps they never will. |
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