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$ x2 [( D% S& O; l! N; Y9 aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* N- u6 n' n0 s0 DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% w; k9 S5 f' MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 ?' ~; s& e ~( |! y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - C4 l: K4 c4 b' S$ M4 L0 s+ o& d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 A7 I* R6 R* f z* O; W6 _4 p" N7 h
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 E0 J% m& R6 ]- K- yHow you tried to set them free,
* }( b k# Z7 v( U6 cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 n6 F3 D: u1 P( q3 Z* X3 Y3 t; |+ NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 x: M% Y/ }9 Y, [: t3 K' Z$ aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 s* g! k) m+ M4 `5 k4 u/ L+ P5 h0 _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 {& I9 k% _1 R" r& ~6 \- z* U( w5 PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 u- e6 T; F) j2 w$ ?) `9 rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ m6 @6 Z6 { W3 }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; i4 i& Z5 E% L8 a; vYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ {$ ^1 U9 ?) CBut I could have told you, Vincent, / {8 Z1 p. l P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " }, j4 m. \+ G, K: v
, A+ J$ s2 }# {/ `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 V+ C% G9 t/ d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 J. t+ M3 g! I6 B2 F ^& ^6 Q2 I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : w0 ]5 U! y2 U$ I% [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + Z" S9 i! e7 O- h% w
! o) {+ ^3 Y4 H3 kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 K9 @! V& ]9 C. XHow you suffered for you sanity,! N( A; l6 h( ~- Z& c8 u7 ^0 X5 \+ u( {
How you tried to set them free, , L" ]7 T5 W: }, k$ {3 p* r* b
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 J4 Y9 ?# c4 q$ |
Perhaps they never will. |
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