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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ` S/ R f' E" d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 C$ p& f3 y4 e( j4 }4 ~9 R* z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ V7 B) {9 Y; C$ j; v' }5 C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' M2 J/ ? M8 O( U8 z% lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
w, z* g8 X. SHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 h# U4 b6 R6 r4 @9 s, x+ R6 zHow you tried to set them free,
: a9 z' k/ x) @& M1 _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 i$ M: ?- {) B$ w: s' cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ Q" |# v# a) E3 ]5 y: E5 ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 y( ~2 J. J% D* q; Y0 ]5 gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 F1 I8 v" {7 i8 g3 IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - ^1 L! }8 p* E: \) u1 k
3 ]8 k( d2 L1 o. o+ |For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : E s: k: ~0 }1 m. E4 z2 }1 T) O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ @; C7 u- v. I6 P9 [You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 I$ K) I2 [% S/ t" ~But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 o3 S. Q5 G9 g+ v. ~- m% d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' i+ d* e4 @/ o8 c9 w5 u. N: _
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- A: P; y" e R0 Q7 vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " ~, A+ V/ G2 F2 Z; K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 l1 s3 J" p9 w _& U& v
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, - l0 w& P* ~9 ^$ w h' Q
How you suffered for you sanity,& s% s; g; i' r) w* g3 Y
How you tried to set them free,
) {- C: Z3 K T% tThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! W7 _% n/ C& A
Perhaps they never will. |
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