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9 ?; m$ ]# h( N7 a$ V+ q, |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 D5 h) L: m; {- h% sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' K4 w' J! w2 J0 VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 O ~$ L* _# h9 J) M* a1 L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * [ s0 _% |9 f; W2 Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ L" I% c# ]# a' q% j" O
How you suffered for you sanity, ( I0 g- _5 T$ N
How you tried to set them free,
2 G) M$ f+ y4 E& n# T ]& `( hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' N; `1 T$ f% R' {& i7 ^" P9 ^! r YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# j+ R: z2 U+ W- P) K/ tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 G0 A) [% {0 ]% m( G1 v* rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 ?3 Z' x' i6 U) IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . [: [: e+ H P* g/ r1 u
- j9 M" r+ W: E% I) k& k9 `For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ s E4 m9 e" ~! ]: p d1 V, DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & X5 a& d$ L8 i& D0 z/ p$ M
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ _- v$ u& h( Y- lBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. W; }4 H+ p7 S5 d/ f" e9 a5 e% M+ l" d- tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 o3 p% x. H; {- L/ R* S( y
; {" n3 ~+ a+ W4 V- lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + o1 O& m+ Y; j, `% ^: R4 b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 H5 C; g& I6 L; l' z8 L& M9 fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 E4 {( [0 M! g( |' a7 MThe 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, * M& _5 v7 r& o3 m2 k& w* T" b
How you suffered for you sanity,; U1 }. ?7 C2 S! d) c& \
How you tried to set them free,
$ P' X: A0 r& m- ZThey would not listen they're not listening still, |5 h$ D3 p/ \+ y& O0 R& D+ w( ^8 A
Perhaps they never will. |
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