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9 P4 @! ~( z7 U wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; Q5 D5 y5 e, Y4 S ~+ w4 S5 ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 P) U% z8 C" Z! A9 B$ m iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% o* i8 w7 e5 n) W, P fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; ~* I' [9 p' R c+ Q" `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
Q- {4 p/ [# L' [. sHow you suffered for you sanity,
& z* O' A, o& E- H ^- Z% y8 Z% NHow you tried to set them free,
- u; M4 a3 U/ `# c' i5 O) F0 QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ m) b e4 g* q" c. D6 Z/ O+ jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; E& K; z' D4 c- W3 Q# Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 _0 W! X3 ]0 mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: n- u9 C+ @2 U2 j5 _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . C5 S) P: ] T) ?
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; B1 B' M4 _0 o7 Q3 u" X2 i. }0 E9 B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 b% |+ j& L* ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 @& Q0 @# a& A- i1 u, X
But I could have told you, Vincent,
`/ k# N' p: @/ y3 {* xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 n$ W9 k k& w8 T
$ X, O# E3 ^, t, S) v6 yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* k0 x! w- C% E% O9 D$ l, wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 I8 f3 x& _5 B8 V8 {! @$ {' N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 C+ y/ S; I9 r7 W. O U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 Y% ^2 X1 j8 \0 \
, @! ~3 P% a- m* I* k! eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' ]2 W& g6 l* o, O
How you suffered for you sanity,! m: v; [7 ]6 k
How you tried to set them free, `" ]; G2 z8 i5 P% D
They would not listen they're not listening still, : |, {3 z( ~7 ^3 T0 f
Perhaps they never will. |
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