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6 B: b x& w9 O9 I0 YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ @0 ?3 n" Q$ o' n, lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: v, Z, F: W0 r# L3 BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& \ b# r4 l) O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- g6 W- Z2 ^* V- }1 |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% Z, }* Y7 Y. n% y
How you suffered for you sanity, , u' f6 A( w4 e' [" H: ~2 C( i
How you tried to set them free, ; Z3 h. S0 q0 F: _; p0 d% Z. p8 G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# q8 M5 e$ a3 A+ ?; j; VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
s. }( W% \ A9 W" _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 w) y5 ]4 {8 Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 P2 N$ Y, e* E: V1 [8 u! ~! E- a; kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : Y1 ?6 H( [" b9 {3 |% v
- \/ T2 a9 T& @6 y, |2 IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' X6 h/ T! q7 H0 L5 NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 r7 @: Z1 d/ s" y' r; TYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 v9 w4 o8 i5 i2 z! m N/ e J+ }But I could have told you, Vincent,
. E b3 I+ ^0 n- k7 ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 `; E( U) n% G. c: U
7 f8 N+ @1 T, E: y9 l7 zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 G2 o9 J S' b! S& ?3 iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 P! G# M3 w2 k" j+ v3 rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& r+ I. p E) V; V" t7 j& f& i+ rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 }' B2 J% E5 |5 q+ U% L9 M$ ]. ~
$ C5 R' p; f6 F' O$ e- WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. Y5 Z0 ~7 V) i) zHow you suffered for you sanity,
. M! m! x( N: O& o5 d; _How you tried to set them free,
5 ]$ t, {! Q$ R- ]$ D$ NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. y) Y a |9 A+ O! i9 [Perhaps they never will. |
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