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# A% y N/ f% { ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! h# H' v" s ?7 R2 fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' }8 \, Q3 s4 cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( I L: t+ k3 m3 V' Z/ WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & b6 D6 h5 S& a6 |, m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" W D, |, _' C/ sHow you suffered for you sanity,
% B( M+ U1 L* }2 X+ AHow you tried to set them free,
5 p [7 G& a. E0 _: h8 [6 RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% J6 K: ?) G; P# k( G# A* uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ _- F: Y' x$ W; r9 \$ T0 ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 h- p4 L. ^9 |% zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( P' f2 m4 }8 K! T, Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 x; _/ F& g5 m! D& s
1 O. t7 w/ v& P0 U/ d% R4 MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 J# _; S4 l( u/ [( s" t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ W" S; h9 c% ~; CYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' M8 y, i% p9 f- l7 P, Q" ~( w
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 O+ l% P9 _+ S9 t, j% F- V, VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 W- o5 q% u* O k
, @, Q' i- @) E, ?' y" D5 C$ _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 t( E8 ]4 C3 [6 qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 u2 ?* r2 Q) u% c6 |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / v1 O/ C W/ F8 S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " k" ~- ?7 o* ] R0 }
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 I: l- |9 r1 D5 d# E" y
How you suffered for you sanity,
! G0 y+ d3 I4 i. l# y# I5 GHow you tried to set them free, , G+ W* M( D) I0 [
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' B( k1 R" U$ q( b O, ` k5 N$ g
Perhaps they never will. |
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