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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' ~7 o! Y O& m: x5 P; g" H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + p; Q/ v; F+ b5 L5 i2 @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 M: F4 k3 H( {% j$ [% ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % w* L6 B$ e1 u: i4 G& Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: G; [* N2 Z% s+ THow you suffered for you sanity, & B8 B9 ~! E2 B G5 i" C' G
How you tried to set them free, ! F" p/ N |% u$ B% Q8 B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. r, x2 b5 g$ n0 K/ [4 |& ]9 B7 g* BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 S0 h7 [$ z! v0 cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 D& W/ R' X6 A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 H$ E0 R8 D" t l& y: FWeathered 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 L) J3 [' i+ m S4 v" Y; H$ w4 NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , G/ K) s; l) E9 A' | C+ s8 i+ x3 K
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( r# r ]! ?: R4 I) aBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ L6 X: y' H/ O9 N2 g: o. Z3 KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. F, T" ~$ `. h) ~ U$ ]
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # l& y% b2 G+ d! l5 Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 ]% e' r5 {6 H! i- Y" _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 Q7 G- x- g, e7 w1 rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 v3 X/ _* X* F, ]+ R- L
" i4 \, ?3 D4 J) G3 C0 xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 U8 a7 w. y! ?+ ~5 R! I
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 p* _8 X7 x8 H" T3 v1 d3 PHow you tried to set them free, ! r0 O6 W: w! r o$ v
They would not listen they're not listening still, + s5 a {1 L; i
Perhaps they never will. |
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