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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 ~ o) m- n+ L" k/ a$ s1 B5 o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' T( s& q: P& | V0 ]7 T0 k: P" Q+ y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. Q0 A& }7 Z6 t* I1 C: t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& `/ U( X$ W9 R6 C) F& H, x8 j8 }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' }3 a! J; w& NHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 b+ h Z' s" K% ]# W
How you tried to set them free, 8 | E7 p" b/ K% f9 p# c. A( i0 `# i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# U$ U! w7 Q! \4 b/ f2 i: q. i' aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
]0 X5 h8 G6 L7 u4 b/ mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 U2 V- f' w/ J8 XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' Q. U0 Y5 F1 @ j( s5 l8 {# g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! g( V' n" z8 `) _7 v
7 A+ Y( F+ h5 k4 PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) Q& F2 C7 Z- m1 `6 @; d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 Z" F( M* J" P+ w8 F! vYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: M7 o4 S# D* w+ e$ x& iBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 |, i5 T% C3 `! }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( G+ V* k h* G! M0 |
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + o* t( H" d8 a- H& J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + t( L9 p3 K7 H: J( x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 m! A3 ~, I/ t/ }8 Y2 j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 v. N, Y" ]7 v" Z$ yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" b; i5 N1 _$ z- m( v' U7 jHow you suffered for you sanity,7 }6 h: g# p0 D6 X# M
How you tried to set them free, 8 U" S, X7 j) D* G1 D, i5 D2 z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" x( h1 t9 Z# H4 G, w! w& tPerhaps they never will. |
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