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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. c" l! _- |3 s1 a" N2 h) jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 l1 ~6 j3 Y: x) ^! q- L. H, n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 Y7 o( W5 ~+ _# @: v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; t% K' o1 o9 o$ t4 rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 r, n' H0 I' {/ WHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 a. j Q. ^2 m3 }9 d
How you tried to set them free, . u; x3 H8 F! b% _/ ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : O, h1 V/ Z( ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! h6 g" j& ~( Q! Y' fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, v; g6 u( T* i! y; f" E2 Y+ x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 t% E9 R: E9 G/ R2 @0 ?* D6 {5 S* oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) p) |+ }' u; q
7 c# R0 \7 a9 r) I' }/ ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 b- a% u% `. b. U/ yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ {" V* p4 {2 C" v- W/ qYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ h, b/ r- ?. ^- J/ W# vBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 L, O) e5 ?( k9 X, aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ I+ ~6 u+ M% }# q6 X0 Q& D
0 b; b( Q$ n/ s% p1 f6 vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * q6 I2 x: @1 b( c& b: W5 q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 Q2 D4 z- l, T& l0 q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 c8 L" ~# q# t3 @$ j I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ r) w: l( z) ~2 g* ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: I9 y; U6 w! e4 e0 N5 VHow you suffered for you sanity,6 F2 _ ?4 g" }: k7 R P! ?
How you tried to set them free,
/ M+ V; a0 r9 d* d9 `They would not listen they're not listening still,
A) n6 p, ~' W# KPerhaps they never will. |
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