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+ H6 `( ?; j1 ~; ]$ LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. S3 s0 o- f0 I1 r6 A( y# YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
D: c G8 r: L4 m& z' w$ sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 I# G* N7 F5 F" q; @/ e O- FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 }! P6 @/ g* v% L( M2 c! e9 @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* x1 Y: e1 e) H& V/ p& X! qHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 Q {. k$ w6 w0 _9 Z5 y5 g/ i, l. ^How you tried to set them free, 8 e6 }+ y$ P6 O) @! ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ t# r" V7 G. G+ R& H- w3 C- t% `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
~& T) [6 L' t* nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! R @* C* q6 |! S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 G" F" \( @! N7 a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) G- ^$ Q3 P+ y, K
9 O/ k$ Q: u6 z' B6 n0 b$ x- p1 M6 XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 o: [3 [: |, U* gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- f% M- _0 B3 ]" z* H6 c5 pYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& H+ {& `: k! W% M# x) zBut I could have told you, Vincent, + [1 |$ t6 p9 g7 p! p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - J# j! C% C$ {; C5 b
8 l7 @# @: D# L) v) B) xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
a# |( \' ~" W0 `: t4 sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 Y8 {; S! G% r ~7 i0 [& E6 P4 YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 }7 c0 e( C* F/ F8 Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 `! `8 s/ q5 `( Q
% u% k5 |: m' }, @, ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% d: H, `1 y( U0 x4 _How you suffered for you sanity,. S% ?8 j& |. Z# N; e* P% I8 v
How you tried to set them free,
$ u9 Z) W% a& P! a: X2 r9 kThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 Q& c) M [9 |
Perhaps they never will. |
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