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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ L" s% T: W! n; MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- B' ^7 Y2 }6 q0 YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( E0 T1 l/ n0 h/ ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - t7 p, }" z4 s n) e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* s; E$ W/ w r3 {* b \
How you suffered for you sanity,
& [ Y! w' e3 n' D0 W) d+ pHow you tried to set them free, % w% h% ~! |1 t6 X" ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , Z; I2 a4 r: [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 X% e: d' H( ?' s! a. ^+ @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 u2 D+ `% q8 c) {3 k7 D2 Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 d2 O% R" d- B- Z; G7 \0 k( A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( q: X" `, M. t6 F' l8 ~, N
7 W c8 t4 z) ^9 Z9 p5 f5 Z8 LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 J3 M5 j* \1 J+ q& q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 z* e% j( j: _9 uYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 q# x3 ^* B+ @3 {8 N( EBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 i1 _7 N3 s+ T+ d0 O0 ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 E1 _$ B1 R T: P
/ m2 o4 } i+ w1 K w# bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" p7 \6 a! R; }4 M) m* \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " B" Q" S, I( @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) w, t5 j5 x; T: w$ N. b9 b* y& lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 b1 F, Y) V; i9 R. NHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 Y) ^( g; q3 |+ BHow you tried to set them free,
8 h8 C2 B4 S4 l" G2 X. FThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' _) B0 B0 f2 ]7 b) S
Perhaps they never will. |
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