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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- w' Q' g* A6 Z" F. ^8 l; YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 y; v) d* p; f& l8 K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. l4 R- g9 D% o( vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 \* d$ D! d& ?* D6 N1 }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, J( r& n) u( H
How you suffered for you sanity, ) |6 D, g) Y% j) K4 z- ?: T1 k: `
How you tried to set them free,
4 c# N* M k2 A6 e( N" ?: YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * R( N7 D0 ?7 t2 {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( {% `# {. \4 U2 C7 c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" O# I( \2 M) B3 E1 O% JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 E0 S$ `9 D) d ^8 B. \* KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' ~- |3 v) E# m
9 T8 x9 M$ ?# T4 I# t. JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( v. F( Z4 U% w' RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ ] p* v; m% T. kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 v R. H& m: m( b6 r& C
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( W x2 W: X' f( \ ~2 d" F, x+ |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ l& f l$ @( e% d2 b4 U/ A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * t& t4 j2 J* O* _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & {# }3 l! v. _3 A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ R* ]+ L6 _: X) pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 }, ^+ P/ {7 h' _2 Y% z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % I4 n4 `7 i% R0 F9 F
How you suffered for you sanity,1 X4 u7 k( h: h0 z
How you tried to set them free, 7 v5 x) ^3 v9 Z+ N
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 E$ ]) N; j+ F0 x" f( d, j M
Perhaps they never will. |
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