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) P% G4 _# o. G# v) |/ oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( z! V. X- m) t! q3 C% [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 s, w. [/ B( y* i( y |7 n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* k2 b' j* D& e# \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . B% D( c7 i: Q2 s5 V6 d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- {/ q6 M* N: ?5 Y6 u! x' l, l
How you suffered for you sanity,
# N; E* D+ ^, T( `, I$ v+ X- [How you tried to set them free,
+ J. q9 K& j' U' O, j' n( z- {8 ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 k+ f8 Z* F, eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ c/ W, I3 z" M- tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 H. Y) M$ Y) C: VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' X6 F4 {' A9 |" g: @$ o" `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 X& E1 k: g: s/ h3 z+ h& _
$ u- b( I2 T: W3 [1 Q/ VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 q2 O$ Z: e( s7 J7 I# ?, _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 ]' W! J; y+ o$ ]! ^You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; s: b5 L8 _3 d: R1 ^But I could have told you, Vincent,
( Y" H' F- T3 n6 l6 NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; }: N; J M' M) l" x$ K
* M4 j4 U- m# q3 u3 D/ s4 y' B/ `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % q9 h( _+ U1 i. P: o7 Y. ^4 U/ v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ^8 D! L( o8 b& S8 g6 ?. N" {* m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 v/ j" o% v0 B HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) ^) _, z( w; n; _1 k) p9 X: K
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& P) w; {+ n2 q" [( @ I2 |How you suffered for you sanity,' I" q5 b" {$ d2 R
How you tried to set them free,
8 a. x; q x1 p& E5 r UThey would not listen they're not listening still, # u& L! j8 l( {" o
Perhaps they never will. |
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