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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 @+ \0 O' k# u; ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. M8 I+ n3 E. V# NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& l2 R L) T9 }) f# |! c1 I( b7 F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! @! `7 C' M6 C4 Y; _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. y: f X% ]& {1 @How you suffered for you sanity,
3 Q& R: Y; Y/ tHow you tried to set them free, 8 g0 H4 c) z) ^1 |# a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( _4 B5 K6 Y7 S( E; T3 CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 d$ ^# e4 Y1 i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 Z- ~8 i5 |: |& qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ F+ U5 Q0 G n# r' N1 rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ Y+ a# o3 M, P" ?8 T( }4 J3 |: gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & A$ ?: a1 c9 D; Q7 o! g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* _* u9 U6 m& t" s- J# P4 UYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ F* I+ u0 x4 o( H) `# JBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 m1 y* c5 q0 @, h, v2 h/ V% x/ b5 a) }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . Y$ q8 Z9 N1 T- A, r4 A- P
) S6 X( O* [6 C3 V% }$ Z: OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 o9 A5 l' X8 T8 z" M7 X YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 v- X( ^- ` j j+ y6 Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) x3 J5 W6 { Z! ?" k+ ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & v, l1 J. r6 L& V
. [% K8 q# K; Z* b0 O, JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 @2 @& U# X# C7 }How you suffered for you sanity,
! s6 _- `5 v4 F3 pHow you tried to set them free, : p" [7 u9 u9 x- `- q: T t
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 C5 p8 s2 g% a/ M
Perhaps they never will. |
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