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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # y: y6 W; m' O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 I: Q( b. O2 v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 m4 s$ N: s- i5 t! j. \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 R# d8 `: J0 G! P7 q. r. sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! N6 o3 q2 b7 i1 A) Z2 z. vHow you suffered for you sanity, ; R5 q1 W& X. g& [9 Q' I
How you tried to set them free, 0 H# S# w% C4 ~& G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. I% ?' b' D. x L8 mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # {" c5 m5 M0 ~8 g( x# U& v* }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 l. o% O/ z; X2 b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) ~2 `% F5 p# Z. ]$ L4 RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 V) C+ ]2 s" p5 U( w
0 j. n6 d1 n1 c8 r! V& \For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 @8 X) o3 G2 u7 f1 Q% U9 zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 q7 X: \, E+ Y+ L
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% F# |2 F3 X7 O4 pBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 Q! X* {# T2 ^0 e8 j# h% PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ Z3 g b. H) _' [( |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! y4 S) |- U4 Y! g* x. H6 d# J+ R; l* hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / \- \0 p3 \4 ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 w/ ~$ q; y% y+ f- u3 R7 c0 h: U! {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 C" ~' H0 j9 T! C
/ n5 o$ o; d' g7 J/ z9 R& Z9 }- E6 DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 X' D* ?! H/ I. N/ n; L9 V
How you suffered for you sanity,! N3 G6 V/ N. T7 L _6 L
How you tried to set them free, / X/ v6 l" t& z+ H' |6 o
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 v7 h: p4 V! a* [" I! u$ }
Perhaps they never will. |
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