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3 X1 N& j- I$ g/ k" u6 iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 J/ j7 A. k* _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 u9 D y7 G9 I0 n9 l: HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* K( e' p- W% f. X$ p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # y, T- U/ i* n( ~- W9 b: v. A5 W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, Z C8 n. P% W8 t' @& x4 j9 I7 O
How you suffered for you sanity,
! x6 P7 R/ L. U4 V+ `* qHow you tried to set them free,
( s. u$ L+ a1 W4 q) q NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' g# M7 w7 A0 q, B' I6 b- Y2 DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 A2 C. z+ i' f' c1 c- H7 R6 k! HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) z3 b- @. X6 z+ OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 d( _3 o7 ^9 m+ E* R+ {Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : e3 z: u1 \( M0 _+ D
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 Q" D( s$ p# s$ B2 SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " }3 t7 ?$ z5 o# }! K' J0 k+ F
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: ]3 `$ A) ^* p, IBut I could have told you, Vincent, & S: K4 O, L* @/ @7 `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : p& j8 x- \ E |% ~( C) v A" |
- r- S% N' Z+ M! ^9 fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- C) `3 p9 r. d" \1 B9 lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' a4 f3 X' k1 u1 L! u! qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 Z2 k3 ~- N4 x% S( y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 h3 p( k7 a! y) s% G) l! b4 ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ h0 y$ y. Z; l3 W1 t# d3 AHow you suffered for you sanity,1 x3 x( y# U1 t
How you tried to set them free, 0 b3 t% k$ T- D) o3 i
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 h0 o7 b3 W, \Perhaps they never will. |
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