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7 v4 \% C! _% SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - d+ U5 Z0 d, Q9 l8 T! n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - ?8 z( b2 Z" K- X7 O. F z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, S g2 J1 G% k2 T+ |5 o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 @9 v; i' f% N& V6 x1 ?7 b/ lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# J1 u8 l6 }/ T! I- v( C5 eHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 K2 F, ?# y) l6 B; iHow you tried to set them free,
; V3 ~1 i% H" I/ u! T! ]: I$ _' uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 [7 D- b" n& q. H1 M3 U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 V2 r" h" B% q" o/ M( NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# |' h% t7 d8 ^/ ~+ f% \! WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! b8 w, D0 u. Q% b6 I: n6 T; P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - z& z4 L7 I8 r% A% \7 q: p
( |% y6 U$ D* ^+ X& @( vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 g' {1 r6 | t9 ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; l2 Q" Y! X# X# D7 m" T8 x8 u
You took your life as lovers ofter do, e. ~- ?+ @* G4 A+ t$ l! i9 _
But I could have told you, Vincent, , q7 ~1 j, K/ o+ q1 d$ D2 o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 F0 W6 v1 R8 h- F! E( c+ ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* G* n# I" H' B, z. cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# g3 Q C1 r. dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 b+ h! e1 t' l: a5 A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( g( k, Z; v) ^4 O( V
3 ]8 T6 |2 B$ d2 R% f) B j& \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* u1 o4 z& w. ?! H2 V9 }# YHow you suffered for you sanity,
* x% y. R5 B' V4 _9 nHow you tried to set them free,
$ } x! A5 I: m, P) qThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 D/ `' P' q; \" O4 N9 b
Perhaps they never will. |
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