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' {3 b# P& N; e3 MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( T Z9 G& n; S5 p8 w) R, wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - H$ _1 F2 A2 L# T4 }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! r, p% ]! ]+ |8 `( nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - A4 x/ t( V& V+ G3 d6 U- Z4 G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) u- S, E% Y( u' Y$ U- J( g. jHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 q$ n+ t8 M* _& H# s* O# j/ hHow you tried to set them free,
; M& J# q+ N H# ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - C( `# w* q. O) H0 e( j- H2 p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 U, P2 o' ~" t i/ m0 \$ GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " T% s9 B% m2 P& D0 z7 D2 N( r' x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 l1 F$ B- _, c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* E% M: p, h) u9 r/ ]+ SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& w% S1 G; d# u1 k8 YYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ Z( z& V v* @& S/ j QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 g6 u# J* E3 ?& sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! @% v" m |: K
, p' I/ d% `' }% v. A W! sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 l6 P! Z# y9 p2 _ w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) X+ Q# Q3 Q# ?3 T4 y# z+ c2 t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 T/ R3 C. K( Z- ]- R1 f: K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 W2 I' Q$ V7 [% I. H
4 E: }0 o# _! T$ y! t4 I; c; q3 UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! T6 s! e7 z/ ]7 kHow you suffered for you sanity,
! e9 C M- C. N) k2 p0 zHow you tried to set them free,
& ]& O4 ]- ^! f% c9 L( `$ L ~' _They would not listen they're not listening still, % r" B& i( w% T+ d, y% ] v! u
Perhaps they never will. |
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