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; Z, ?- j% s" w: j$ C5 JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 I' I( v: s" K0 g& I3 c7 T0 Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 r2 q: _' E) D: H$ F7 ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, n6 R/ [1 ]! A0 L1 u4 c5 }& \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( v& q2 Q5 w! l4 G3 B* {* f5 S+ z" j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; i, L! v6 s/ i8 ~How you suffered for you sanity,
6 W) j, f2 y2 a5 U& KHow you tried to set them free, % Q# \9 \$ G. w: h, o3 J2 x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : R z+ a. R( b( Q7 ?' h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' f; B/ d2 r4 VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, t" B" @4 }5 t# NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; D2 ]! E$ v, e2 N# Q1 E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + e3 t8 R/ q- e8 e% e( R! E) X0 d: X
" \/ D# f+ R8 ?- L, R. \# gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - Z6 ]' t' i" g! x- \7 @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 m. B7 b3 r2 e' d2 {
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ O% Q; N. C9 y1 `But I could have told you, Vincent,
& {; ^* _) I, j- b$ O1 b8 ^# U" }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 @3 w0 Q* o: L+ b; `. m
/ G- C; x3 b T" F7 d4 r1 d0 {5 lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( c! P3 N8 R) `0 a( @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
x! `9 G6 `. c$ vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, y D1 ? m0 F+ q ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 Y4 f5 R9 ` K0 M9 y
5 W6 |0 ~; p+ ]( Q1 `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # i4 H1 }/ k/ E# g$ P" H$ N
How you suffered for you sanity,- P5 l5 c8 w9 {6 F
How you tried to set them free,
! ?/ q9 z1 E9 N9 Q5 M( yThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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