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6 [9 c+ V: s6 Z1 t: d: vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 t, \, T, e) O. `; C" T' OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + f4 i4 c, k0 M- ]; d+ M1 v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, g0 A; Z! U# V* D0 L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 y. D n5 n m& |7 zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& q, {) H7 X4 A9 N" P
How you suffered for you sanity, . k0 W9 | S/ G& p0 @2 D' T
How you tried to set them free,
4 f; }9 ]5 _/ @* X Z, I! UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ X7 o1 ^/ H8 ?3 J8 mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - O! h1 \3 a. S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
g3 O- Q+ u( @" z, NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! i3 e2 J( h: |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! l7 E" q% s9 j+ Z; A. w1 ?
; T6 e6 T2 h+ c) ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ R' p# W7 L0 V6 @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) G3 X1 G- u0 W: K, a4 s8 S
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 v' h3 y! P+ r( YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* m+ {5 I0 k- ^; b- rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & X' C3 a" |8 D2 K3 c7 d
6 } P+ T0 N5 c q1 IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; e K) @2 j2 ]3 y& d) d! R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . I' L. j" D9 ~1 z& {! x+ J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 {" p9 K3 q; a9 P4 P+ M8 C* b* t
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,
6 F! X# g; y; ` F6 hHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 |$ j% f, |- e5 s! ^; l6 OHow you tried to set them free, 7 J/ g9 A% ?/ V, \: z8 }
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 o2 b3 [ z1 `9 c" a4 z' g5 q1 E% TPerhaps they never will. |
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