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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : D( }! V. |8 q4 o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 W( S: \! s- V7 {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 @ p- p/ o m0 Y5 p+ DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) f5 Z. Z$ O1 b) k% ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 [7 y9 y$ ~0 e' j: F
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 W/ @7 L$ `7 Y0 q9 xHow you tried to set them free,
' z0 r' _; g, ~+ }. y6 I7 J" {4 a* MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# c& P- F4 [# I) ~2 NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
O9 P# F7 a7 |7 sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 U# z; g Z& s. W2 o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + @4 j0 G9 x8 Z/ v, O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& O& }- b$ d" s7 U+ r1 SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; Y9 ~3 n2 L1 i0 H5 JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % D$ {1 _, o! F* `) }; W6 h9 ?: m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ s+ Z2 C/ g" ]$ R7 C5 X' NBut I could have told you, Vincent, + n7 s0 B1 Y9 z. ]6 L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( @1 ]4 I- B* W. ^- r8 D
2 U8 b3 s% L1 s6 XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 O7 e8 U: ]5 a. e- D P' I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( @3 L& L, R9 V! }1 b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 u g+ t: b9 U7 J" \" G1 V/ m- _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; [3 x- @$ Y R% |3 l) HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, P: N' c* n- a2 p. D$ d$ yHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 b7 z/ t! E' x; _* ^. J- zHow you tried to set them free,
2 Q4 h. L: b! o* E4 LThey would not listen they're not listening still, # J5 K+ s0 H! n5 O: O! E0 ?% B
Perhaps they never will. |
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