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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 X, n0 {, f& B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * k( c% N$ ]) H8 R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, n! C o( M- u6 A+ M/ v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 [! s2 j+ n+ W+ [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 ]# f0 T) L. R: \; C7 R; S+ J& UHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 s. o+ c# y; V4 YHow you tried to set them free,
( W: K7 a/ F Y& l, q( z0 s" tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ S( e ^0 g9 |7 U& BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 j! u4 _ s6 n% E% ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 v8 K3 C* @6 i. k$ _6 I& E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & A" z3 f6 D7 t- |) R' I$ K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 |, [! c5 k, R
6 ]4 @$ Y- N) Q, G# F4 j R! \For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* `* c. z+ O( ~; Y7 eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 f1 x* ?. N! L
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 n H$ b; N( Y! r% ^! f
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! R3 K8 L) P! k: |0 lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 x( T: R) L' E$ q' {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 P- T0 w0 o( q1 tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - Q$ y3 y6 W9 I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( ]: U+ g Y I& }0 [% NThe 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, + E3 K+ w) u. `
How you suffered for you sanity,
" j5 }3 Y/ I5 oHow you tried to set them free,
* w' ~6 g+ r4 o) C- s: @They would not listen they're not listening still, ; x1 Y. g% \ r; F; q! x" a8 X2 r: y
Perhaps they never will. |
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