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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! a9 K( ]4 K6 }/ t+ r0 M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 b+ l R, i1 d6 r' Q( FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ [( Z- m7 I0 D% o0 }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' B; L }6 y+ c' T! a% L+ KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' M; A. {( q8 l5 K. h1 Y6 F: R
How you suffered for you sanity, ; X6 |- e$ K; @: g9 i0 W
How you tried to set them free, 9 ]. [/ Y8 }7 f4 G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , n y# r8 \1 x: @9 A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ b/ B, ?4 S: v- Q5 O0 j+ O4 f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 U; a @& D" O; _; JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 m" W7 k1 k' |% k7 _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , `. r" B7 t" u) H3 p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , O* l/ _1 {* R2 L9 A
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 a8 P2 L: X, q. K$ {" Z2 a
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 y: [* m+ `! F8 N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 O3 Q# P4 z, U5 f% ~ {
1 P0 q; I$ H- C) \. L2 \. lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ G9 R7 L! j+ j E8 GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 w0 K0 [1 Y0 e3 B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * k. j- c! I \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * g4 `! w- d1 S4 M7 }$ T7 `. G$ Z
# e: ]& P- L% A; h7 kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. u# Q% R6 A" F4 W8 fHow you suffered for you sanity,1 }* D" t8 `4 _5 R. y7 n
How you tried to set them free,
5 l$ g! _& V! k aThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 c) ?" Q8 Q# ?4 k
Perhaps they never will. |
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