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; `- v( V d" P7 iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 L4 J8 Z E. C/ n4 C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 L) l% e- J" L' m7 Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* j9 d2 ?, n9 \5 N1 Y; V6 ^/ q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' G! i6 ], z+ q# j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 n2 F$ z* |2 c. N" {3 Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 d8 Q% I, b& ] A; r0 ]# d/ r) PHow you tried to set them free, % c) i: P) Z" R+ q2 i% b: t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: D. e7 Y1 A6 F2 `1 AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! L. G, s/ X4 dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# b4 d6 X' ]. D6 T) P" RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ v; Z; C+ V2 |$ }" zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 b, B- ^7 t& X% t- K/ R% F
0 B3 F; Y1 i" |' dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, H6 \- h# O" K1 n6 GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& X: t2 O8 V( U: ?+ |You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 h' k9 `3 ^6 i: q8 r9 _' {But I could have told you, Vincent,
- v; ]2 v3 g8 p) u8 eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 ~! y5 a: C& z/ l6 o
/ V8 B+ C- Q* r4 YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / z9 N, b; X; v" j, {+ W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 I$ l# @7 x3 \7 [" G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / j M, k, ]' {! q6 l2 m# i% J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 z/ ~) ^5 Q4 T* ?, I+ l
1 q& w. k9 \; JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + ~, d! b% p4 |7 z
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ D# O. v5 a2 P3 l( F# ]0 J( J/ wHow you tried to set them free,
* L) ~) \* M" h2 @They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 K' `" |+ P% \4 |; W+ u/ e& ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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