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9 n! P x2 U3 U+ `" x) [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - {# d4 i" e0 f) v: E9 j$ p' d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 a. M1 w$ j, u* |! y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% ]" A: [& H0 D H, ]# yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 |6 R) g U( S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' a% n/ a: n5 `- R- G% N8 g/ B7 L9 ~, gHow you suffered for you sanity,
. Q' \' J1 I- Q# {& THow you tried to set them free,
9 T" T9 j8 |; z, N0 [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
Q8 V" N/ A" H6 d7 q: ^. S: VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 \6 J- J, l5 ^7 \; p9 |' Z7 m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ h9 v) E3 R% S% P( xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 N! O" R7 N- f; `+ s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 W- C! F) m0 P- P7 Z, M% W1 UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ n! ~+ p; Z+ mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 `6 U p) N# i# a! j/ WBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 H& T* c8 P, W. U! E% t/ p; e( n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 D2 {8 j/ h# H' j7 N P4 U- l
5 v/ ?, o- g. p8 iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 B' M) {; U- e# M( f _6 sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 j' h& W6 P& v7 n- ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 E" w$ D) T' o& a$ E7 f3 FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 U3 ?) A( x0 [5 e. h7 V6 N8 t
1 g; E+ H. [- }* U& T3 cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & y( O" t# z& G) O
How you suffered for you sanity,% |) |& l+ y6 l2 n! N0 A+ X& B! K; o
How you tried to set them free, ( p2 x ?/ q9 \6 e$ ~
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ T. ~ v- B3 K. S. Y2 a5 z2 [
Perhaps they never will. |
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