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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 r$ X# V" e* \ K5 ?% w$ G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; [( m- x0 S$ w3 d8 x1 e* e- X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- T/ L# ~- W. C+ S: }- z5 y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% @4 |4 R( U N5 y5 I {. ~" ?7 Q% LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* d9 K! y' H. `$ ?# ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
: b2 N& h" e+ Q4 pHow you tried to set them free,
" W6 d1 Y+ ~. wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' O, s# R/ z. b0 |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * f# Z! Z' v5 D+ U' L! r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* Y& Z! B( x0 `; `; q6 E: y( H9 \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ]& L6 H; V: i: w8 B1 X8 ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . v% E) r8 A: H1 L/ h* e3 d' V
- q1 b, a+ [5 pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ z! k; G" i0 d5 f/ eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) p! X# N0 G1 O% k. B! ~) K' IYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " k8 o( c8 u4 c1 }# o; b% e# [* ]
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 C4 t1 P3 m2 O* E/ C. i' GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , S" }9 f& V. y0 ?2 Y. E( `4 f1 g. W! E
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' K2 J4 X2 H' h6 S1 Z: U$ b0 O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 n8 N; x5 S/ c4 M. ^$ j3 J8 }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + M# V" _0 J; B1 i! O6 i
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, 6 V3 A C8 k5 J
How you suffered for you sanity,1 L- ~+ K1 _- `
How you tried to set them free,
& Z% r O4 i5 T+ W. j5 M* J, A j1 vThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 _8 Y% v) c" Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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