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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ }; ^* Q2 k' W& c+ C- }: f2 G ]4 rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, r/ C8 T) S9 PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, ?5 @" ^/ |" N/ MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : Y+ a* G' K8 o* ~: z5 M4 ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# p: D3 P; A ^, y( XHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 ]) d* W, c/ E2 K$ N1 YHow you tried to set them free,
" Q6 |& e, s' Y& |3 PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) ~- |! \0 d- X! |3 @2 F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 a% }4 |. Z* |& y+ L4 e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 P0 m9 l9 `6 }% ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 R; x/ s3 C7 e& H3 z( B v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & c: ~$ D; E$ `- h) h2 z& k2 I1 x
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) u) |) u+ ?; Q: T) Q3 G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( `5 J: E0 W7 T6 ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 j+ {# r( A0 Z4 p1 O; RBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. T8 k( D* f" S$ |2 p5 r) F1 iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 o6 n4 n p t; U
7 [4 x2 X% y1 G4 S( `9 EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 J' y' _4 g7 h( H' L/ e3 r+ a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 I5 q) K4 v9 c$ m3 z! H# sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - i* H; R6 u# ~8 i N8 H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. a% h# V1 R& ?9 U
$ @2 V) k9 s4 X( B, i! GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# @% A) t& R1 x' \' y6 u$ r* dHow you suffered for you sanity,# X, ] J6 } ?" }- s4 Y
How you tried to set them free,
$ k& n. B2 Z1 M5 i& F6 o/ DThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: S$ o8 v& N8 P- dPerhaps they never will. |
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