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h. e9 `1 U( A+ uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- a% v8 A8 H4 zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" w- F$ r; g$ R; N0 \. n( v# A6 rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ n$ ?% y( R" M& K" @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; {% m9 f3 c) Q. O- r( F! h/ z- _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 M q( b) P p" z, n3 I
How you suffered for you sanity, : U. H9 V& E I/ p& V! D5 C9 @9 p
How you tried to set them free, $ |( I% O, N; t8 b7 Z9 F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- \0 B/ p5 y$ c, Q" BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : N- E# Y, z/ o$ m6 G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 b% a/ ?% N3 u& z$ p* d3 x7 Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" E/ j' Z' D6 f) kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" u( v* _# Y! U) lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + p- |0 b+ \+ T, G0 i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . b; Q5 t7 |% R% U5 D0 e- h2 ?0 e4 U8 g
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" j0 M' V2 N( l) FBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- Z7 ^3 q) Q* K, @. a9 |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 N/ o \- o& s
# `% K# E4 _$ R8 @/ S( jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; h0 Q: b7 M! g/ q* p/ j! aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( _* ]6 y& f2 \- R/ f5 D6 qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + _( g7 t# x V( e5 p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 [& ]3 `& W' h) l- f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . b* k4 M' Q( j, {
How you suffered for you sanity,& d* @" ?) g# t: x' d! x
How you tried to set them free, - j4 y! K" ~. T w7 K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 l" _1 _# ]6 ]0 Y6 P" hPerhaps they never will. |
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