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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ o2 { d* G; R( N! W# x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( d: u0 ?& ]6 v0 i$ c \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, _5 D! f7 q! T. `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. I; n1 G$ G% w4 h; y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 [; _& n( Q6 b \9 rHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 e$ y/ A% }* y, ?( L- K. y
How you tried to set them free, ( q5 i) r w8 h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 p# ]$ {: n5 [! j- G# q" A B5 v. r4 cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 x# I, s: k( |( l" W' J$ vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
T6 e% C- W% T: ~" SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % p7 L, p3 A2 L6 S9 m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 m! U/ e& i% s2 K
7 h& X2 d, ^$ W) {7 T4 y& \9 v Z1 p3 ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! V7 Q5 R7 K; W! l6 m( F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 Y: S, O: }6 ~, u, }0 HYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; f0 m$ b6 @1 Y$ c6 Q( xBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 a6 C8 I; t5 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ H) d* V/ R' v5 U- C% y3 h$ yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ q/ `/ {1 r6 z6 ]6 AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . n, K: ]; ~# k, ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 B5 B( l- ?5 _! r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; ]# l: i0 }0 J$ r0 |
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 o( X, C" l! i0 {, d* o* \. l
How you suffered for you sanity,* h7 W0 j& [, P6 t; i* A6 r+ x
How you tried to set them free,
; L1 ^) N+ o; \- d0 z, n/ dThey would not listen they're not listening still, , C; v/ z' ?0 c
Perhaps they never will. |
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