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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' E8 t) U2 D0 J( @- N( V7 |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 G! W( y& b" t9 {0 l, \: O. B% MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) h- N5 c- j2 t1 s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 ?# U" v) \- N: h2 T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# i! m2 ]* I# \( n& AHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 w6 ~: D Q& Q; A% {3 Q$ C3 v/ PHow you tried to set them free, + r0 U0 B1 @1 K6 S+ r w e5 Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 u7 c/ L1 Q7 P, ]4 Y# `5 X1 H* q# F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : L- e! G5 S; e2 D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - \0 @# ^! l, G4 Z! j: R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 T% V) k% [8 e
Weathered 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,
) J E4 @2 f0 P6 k* B; U3 D. XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 P, C: O' w mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 X* Z% s3 }/ \' w( J& lBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, }) j" e6 p7 `! G: Z& c' e1 m* K8 oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - r% h. h* x' v" c
7 d f* @6 i R% i/ v2 e3 nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 f6 d. o5 k6 f1 nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 I. f E$ P5 h; P+ s7 [# |3 i/ [ w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / O, h) f. g' s" P1 I- s/ A/ J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; w; f! J/ [" {: B6 {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ e$ Z2 e" ]) Y/ c. K# Y- AHow you suffered for you sanity,
\1 D+ B6 k( b Y# x" GHow you tried to set them free,
& F! I+ _" O1 IThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 \ k) C' v; ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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