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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) R: i, y5 y$ r' a& O* |- n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " c R8 v, s7 l* t9 T! m& [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' @3 k# c( n3 N: e( ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 y0 Z- X3 N6 J' X uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- s+ R C- P; x8 I% s! wHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 }4 p/ Z' C" w2 W/ | AHow you tried to set them free, ( t9 ~& U( H" K/ q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) y& m* \" R. E+ i1 w0 G. Q. u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: r8 U! ~) p* O* L/ m- RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 q5 Z+ C; \1 d2 T' PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( K: I& G3 Y5 ]/ @% m1 g t$ P6 hWeathered 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,
5 j4 {3 T8 D; mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 Q# l% Q' j; U7 JYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% X1 P% L8 G, c8 M6 g1 k. v# }5 CBut I could have told you, Vincent, , g' o) w' y. [2 ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 y6 s* ~. c, Q2 H
, I7 d# n4 i) N% X; n( jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : Q) K9 N% p: t8 p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / {) a7 h. i6 ?8 i* ?/ g h3 J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 K! [! b4 h# E- D
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, 8 j4 ], L( `8 S( @! L
How you suffered for you sanity,
! P2 C2 h2 B3 T2 p1 }# JHow you tried to set them free, 6 C$ V1 ?7 x! K7 P1 D* U
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 {$ X. h; ]7 x3 m5 }
Perhaps they never will. |
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