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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " t9 @2 U' M' `5 p/ b; ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! k5 N/ x1 U+ B8 L2 K5 hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% F/ X7 D% w' E5 ]* s% cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; C4 x0 \ @5 ]# f/ a7 t) ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, g: C6 j+ t4 G) b0 BHow you suffered for you sanity, ) S: p, U! z/ q9 t
How you tried to set them free, 8 Z" @* b0 g* r5 q3 `; c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. H, o, U2 D. I# g: `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 C; L7 \7 m* Q4 ~9 \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: T0 O% O% ^, B& q: a) ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) }9 z+ e: S2 c# J$ U6 R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + O7 F0 d' Y i' @$ F- ? Y( D
; q( W* d8 [! \% X# t) i% nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 |+ Z: d% s% D: k. N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! B/ M5 S6 n% ~$ Z) E4 nYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 e& D6 |+ q: I8 dBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 A/ I2 b+ ^( `2 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 x; z! Y2 E8 S" Y4 z( [# Z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 [6 ^2 _2 u% e( q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& C0 `3 u U. N3 xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 T: S0 ^5 R$ _# y0 m2 j# @ WThe 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, , z: F) o* r$ {! k t7 E8 H( q- K
How you suffered for you sanity,9 {+ D) W! k `
How you tried to set them free,
' c. r q9 l, ]5 U8 c8 t* I5 Y/ nThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' _6 ]! z' H2 {
Perhaps they never will. |
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