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2 ^9 W' n4 w& W5 b; `0 `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 @% L% O# Y) ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! s% m1 J" w; f9 W7 AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 z9 H) n: W+ }$ N/ h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( r! G% e( |9 I$ I- `2 w6 E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& t" `0 O: x! O% W8 w
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 h9 S6 Z! u% C* t* V/ W1 I" T5 n. r
How you tried to set them free, . u- A' H4 c2 d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % f* _, d- l1 a( C/ c& o' U% p0 ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ t! v( @. {1 z2 ]3 O! m V- W& ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , {( E# ~3 i P9 T: U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, w' ^% A/ C. ]! h6 b; t) ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" R4 ^. @& s; M* b( j9 @* cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 A, W" ~) }2 G4 k- `' g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 w6 l( p- r& O v
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & r: X3 j0 [1 L5 s
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 J* k7 }$ N, }$ K: [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - }# [- L: t5 F; g5 _6 T0 X
) L/ v! z e9 y! _ aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# O& i3 l+ a2 G) kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 x$ x% I5 e+ ?6 h$ [- Z7 K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% p {& B, U0 U( o% k, @- u3 v1 OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 U( Q p) f2 {1 ]5 A( ]# }
8 e# a& G3 T. @) oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% v K; @/ G+ {7 p# ^9 |How you suffered for you sanity,
/ v* R2 c: p9 kHow you tried to set them free, , `9 P2 s! e/ F1 U
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( S, u2 @) t+ B2 v- Z$ p* I
Perhaps they never will. |
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