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% U5 l, f- Y0 ?% O! n+ y8 i1 OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
|% T/ S. t& O" |( }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 `% |4 \) g6 g, o0 t1 K2 r" j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; B* C9 d" H1 W0 y% s3 gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 v+ n2 W/ `1 ?3 v* F4 v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 B' Y; ?9 c) G7 MHow you suffered for you sanity, , d: c6 m0 I1 M) j4 K
How you tried to set them free,
4 x6 O, |- M/ EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ T! _8 m( H$ ]) A. D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 F# P( H* S3 |' y: X1 b6 l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: I% |% D' [7 \& E5 ?% VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - B4 t7 M3 k+ Y5 v. S. E5 A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. O2 K9 o) S9 Q! z$ ?9 i
6 |0 e% {& h, f, PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 u4 L) t1 R/ U; k) l% AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: X0 c; C. g9 J+ zYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - p* {* X- P9 e1 w
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) `/ Z+ D9 X2 I3 f4 ^8 F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * A# t: ?5 A' ]
1 C% x {: v6 I( K( l4 PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, h6 a& _1 P% R8 G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 q1 {4 o' ^ T; I+ j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 H# w1 q8 F. f/ j1 a1 GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 n9 Z: N! Q& j9 _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 B4 h* P1 M; z) q6 [& G0 ]+ P( p* Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
* |, W7 F1 d" M4 uHow you tried to set them free, % o, L+ h- R; L3 i9 ?4 ]3 Y, P
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( G3 A& V; t- I+ U; _Perhaps they never will. |
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