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# ?4 k/ l! n' I+ ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 o8 o( R6 r3 l6 n: M( sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- c0 q' |% R- ^% c, C4 `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 D( d1 N1 W7 W$ l! eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! t# q( a& \, VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! o! D% D" p T. H! r) f& T$ c
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ H1 s7 u E. tHow you tried to set them free,
2 ~( s U F' ~3 j$ {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* j ^# u* [: M$ c- {1 TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! K( P2 b" {: U; i5 C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
q/ ]- Z# v& W% Q/ q& y* a6 V) u/ Q6 J8 ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 S1 D l- R) A |' C/ O+ `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: ^, b- M0 e$ L! C. \) CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % s' j ~- J* _% F/ k& ]8 _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' [5 b+ G1 ^. H% C5 KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % f4 R2 u6 ~( |( c1 Z% t
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) m! ^$ N' z( z. S: f7 z" e6 k- @$ IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / k7 c( l0 A% y% o* T* ?; v3 s# a
+ P+ q: L' u- F b- Z+ \ ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 Z0 J% _# ^- O" G6 @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + o: j% n0 Q4 H3 h: S7 K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 R* I* X( Q! h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - x( D- ^0 A/ M/ Q6 g* F5 c
, m, \5 r- ~5 q: Q, H3 z0 mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; E. ^8 ~+ V: [6 h) D
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 ?2 i6 S0 \- p6 ?& HHow you tried to set them free, ) V& i# e, }- \% c* J
They would not listen they're not listening still, . A7 w+ T0 q* X2 E3 x7 ~8 |
Perhaps they never will. |
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