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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : A1 f5 p. ^: I; L( o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : j+ R$ N$ [" |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
Z, Y) X+ V0 n5 Y `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 q1 U6 E8 P: R: T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# d, `* u( m# [7 i6 h
How you suffered for you sanity, * a% F0 W; r! u# Y
How you tried to set them free,
* Y. C. y7 ]0 i) B- n4 R* |6 A6 ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( Z3 ]( ]& f) A1 x0 ~9 f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 R/ W9 o$ O' i/ c* z# `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . J a9 B' Z+ v% [+ _. j# K: p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 U6 `# ?3 Z9 oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 S8 {- L3 d& o
* ?) ^, x3 V/ t% c3 Q( rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
S8 e! l R' ] G5 SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 t. Y& r# z3 I" W$ X" c1 v" ]" l
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% t& Y6 L4 a! E% X0 M; |, @+ K+ yBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( {/ Y0 y3 n* ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) u W" `6 V# v1 N+ a/ |) VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 c9 _, e6 L* U! |, c: R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 @- }" t5 o- U2 a9 HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 K9 ~' T) V& n2 W; \* h$ k* v2 S
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, : }# g1 ~) J& L/ F; K- c# u
How you suffered for you sanity,
& w j0 ]( i6 _; h1 kHow you tried to set them free, 4 X. T+ v+ L$ G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* x! E# l5 G5 ?* i, ^2 F6 X3 c: \: @Perhaps they never will. |
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