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# N+ c- D& S( K( G, C6 rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - V$ J& H& I: l8 [3 h. g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 `8 N/ L5 K9 }8 z7 i; e1 X5 j. ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- P2 D' K6 p! W# }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : u7 v2 _3 Y% u* h- H4 m6 K4 B" s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% D' o' [3 h# B/ t1 B0 e0 E
How you suffered for you sanity, , a7 |# i% u0 `# \0 u a2 y, I
How you tried to set them free, $ N: g$ @/ o6 w/ f: z1 B' Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 X, o' X7 i+ H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 p/ N5 e" d' T* [. b7 ^" xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: a0 P- f7 {3 K7 WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; _+ Y9 U7 Q$ j- n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + J( w1 o4 x1 H# ]9 r) ]: `1 I9 [! r
3 I0 P4 Q) \3 b- s K# T) o2 u1 eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : b$ f' |( r8 [! _7 P8 q. T% B# S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
j) }" ~ l! w8 W) z# r1 pYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. P8 a( r% z' L2 jBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 D8 k( Z- [: j3 r* r- Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " }5 z8 s5 X( i; D4 Q* I
9 V0 E9 \8 O# U$ I( V& eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * O/ V* v. `$ H1 W0 R; K( H. w6 y" T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 N( S) s5 H! n. A5 Y/ \$ t2 p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 a* g" ?# v8 B8 ^" U2 n3 D! ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) r# u2 {/ ]4 l/ F$ l3 a5 o5 k
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ Q* W3 C4 ?4 O% W; L- `How you tried to set them free, # w, x @5 X& B5 N, B! Q: X; B) W/ b
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 f, H U! x7 ^) j% @, }9 q' i$ LPerhaps they never will. |
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