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- U- n3 u) M, H( @3 H; ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 V% a7 t" u5 t4 _6 ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 Y; o+ {. T' z! k1 c+ R7 _: {4 XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# ~1 R7 h6 ~/ Y* C2 n; H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 n) M4 |+ Y. ~8 b' S$ d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 F5 L/ u' V, d0 f' a1 iHow you suffered for you sanity, + W: b+ _( f' M" G, I- w3 Y' {
How you tried to set them free,
% U, L/ [0 C4 U# m. KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
z% K* t! j0 L7 d% _8 L7 C( SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 Q) x/ R9 y6 L1 a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : x6 q- q2 o4 d0 I8 y3 p/ [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' } G" O) b5 d4 [) d6 o9 mWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 S2 j' d2 c" O9 V
( _3 h4 O3 M& `8 f: }5 s( i' sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 Z+ C6 K+ u/ o! [/ lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * r8 n+ o G# h. I; W
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' L( W- a0 @8 K
But I could have told you, Vincent, . f: F& Q7 P3 R! @- j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) Y1 ]' G4 H* Q5 G
* N6 v/ | H. u4 w6 yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
}- X/ k z' _: l, ]6 h2 Q2 w$ J5 tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* \4 n4 f. }9 d" [5 \9 I N. L6 X( BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , X$ b K# _; F7 M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / U2 j9 k8 p! D' U* Y
How you suffered for you sanity,5 _. n: [+ U6 N, [% I! `+ H9 h4 q
How you tried to set them free,
. z0 P7 o( U! F, ^% b- A$ _They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 O6 [3 X# D; Z& ]; `9 xPerhaps they never will. |
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