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' J+ T9 t$ E1 |: n2 k9 b bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 t& \) Q3 N/ H+ G, {3 J. t0 A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' z) Z- I8 N1 i: F2 J2 @' ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) W2 _$ [ |6 B# a: ?% M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " H/ }# I3 I+ r2 t" d3 n" ?; e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 A1 T | b4 k3 P3 u) R+ o
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 u" \# g5 E1 E( X# p
How you tried to set them free, 7 g- K- L2 Q3 N( W/ I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 R2 a8 Q( q6 ? Y# N' }0 v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 I% ~* L# l. \, O9 e" c( d" ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) b+ I* B5 K1 w2 _" e Y' |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; O7 Z5 m* Q( [5 N- hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / g8 R% _$ _% N/ H% q, g( { A
% Y( }2 l a# Z. FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ Q0 G$ X$ M+ p) GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . Z$ p( [ T9 R: X# t4 C4 ~9 C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- |7 r# w& ]6 S7 H- zBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 J* T8 W3 W, p" R% J1 A3 m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 g9 h6 I7 V* a4 U8 x1 f
9 V( d R; n0 _, [6 ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! A2 u d/ \7 v% C; f+ n! DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 n) e* b, E$ n. T! Z% SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 d. V0 M- v$ a- M q) S8 Q0 H0 D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 j. { ]! e, l. B+ J( CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' ]( G# d' A* w
How you suffered for you sanity,
" \2 P6 L ]6 hHow you tried to set them free,
3 d% P4 |, F1 u5 a iThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! k# ~% W _3 T( H) |& E
Perhaps they never will. |
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