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# X) J+ M1 n& ^/ mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 S% Z: q+ h/ n+ O! a+ vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; E4 d* y4 s& mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. @6 k. a+ M8 F8 N: L, P4 U& Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
C1 k* i( K' r9 INow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 J3 W! b0 q0 _7 \* A4 Z5 ^! c0 NHow you suffered for you sanity,
; x( C" k! l: x& y% `. @* n, ~How you tried to set them free,
/ F8 n' n+ E: k( UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 D6 n0 g: G6 [8 V+ c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + u9 D' n# c9 E- U9 [# Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) R' }+ B1 Y4 v( Q6 L' C0 P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 T7 G, R- Z8 c/ x! u1 ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' \; _0 k& ~4 l; q, G. ]
2 d! ~7 @- A- V9 Z1 M% {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & X- y( R3 P7 ~; X. ~0 ?. M" {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 v; e: T5 |: M; GYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 ]4 L" M. U' k! b/ O- K9 f$ CBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( B: q' [9 }+ ?" W6 LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - G1 Z @# f* |
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( q$ G, F8 P5 y; p6 Y* n) r8 h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 X* y. ?9 Z& L% ?1 {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- x% _1 K/ h# w2 `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 ~- c; H. f' `5 C) Y5 M4 a3 E
1 Z% |. f& f9 u5 h6 M8 A& Y& C7 g1 ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' i1 M( Y: N' Y8 G4 rHow you suffered for you sanity,8 @- T+ q7 o+ Q6 M5 f& A3 }
How you tried to set them free, . Z, n1 e3 A- d" R) z
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 x8 H$ }' k8 G
Perhaps they never will. |
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