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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! M, C a. m" o; m3 r* u( e( Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! U. B$ I+ E8 ^2 m/ P1 q( h- R- eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 i0 ~& s0 W$ U3 sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % `5 @. S1 [ E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& c' d) V* o0 JHow you suffered for you sanity, . w% h2 X# m# I# U" t# w4 I
How you tried to set them free,
- H2 n# G* f: e3 ~# h+ IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* @( w, f( s0 sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 m; f8 S( p( x- g& y* u" q: M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 X( _/ g, U( A: Z: M+ a/ V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; A% M0 w+ F' h( ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . ]5 W: u9 `3 v
2 r# e- Y z. UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * n0 f" _ B1 [2 G+ J$ j% `7 `4 C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# O4 _6 z/ x1 Z. M/ {You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; ~7 f/ V6 G: Y% J3 aBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, T, L9 _/ e+ }. w$ z% w& n3 c3 j$ fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 a+ @, j7 Z1 I9 W) x6 \; t# i: ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ m9 r( _/ t4 l- g" Q/ HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 b% `# h) d3 ^# W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # m( {# x! y& f! |9 N7 u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 [0 z+ q4 S* ~$ t3 f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # C& ?1 L4 L9 M, }; P3 G9 _0 g
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 F& l) y) c$ pHow you tried to set them free,
8 t" e- w* X* ?- ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
* t7 q9 x2 [& R! VPerhaps they never will. |
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