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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % V/ G% l. A+ s. j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; r3 ~# I- h: ?6 t6 I# @) }% [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ [0 f; o! D9 {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! p. W. x- p. {( E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 ] o- O; N, s! y VHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 h# ]3 |* W, o- a1 {1 }
How you tried to set them free, 5 p. Z2 a" X/ ]7 i/ [8 B/ {8 ^8 Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. W1 r6 c2 S- t: P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' F- K2 z$ [) R. r: i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: K: I& y f! _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 U. j- N% Q0 |5 J; l! P( {
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 \$ e0 D B& ^3 T* @. Q
5 }! Y- m- t! h: g/ |. R7 AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( ^ G: g$ X) x8 U _3 P0 o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 e) J* n1 l6 B7 J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 x0 ?* r, `6 |8 yBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 @5 G5 z) ?5 f$ l( H7 EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 Y9 c$ s6 Y$ n: E0 v, c* aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ b6 v' f, j1 t2 C2 XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 M$ ]$ T1 i9 U D! g, |% |6 j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + P/ u; U" o2 G9 |/ g% Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ m) ?2 R! [1 S+ M5 I7 ~6 j5 H
4 B6 O# ?9 k RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 f% u0 C8 ` I3 u0 }3 [How you suffered for you sanity,
9 I/ M6 D7 |1 sHow you tried to set them free, V' S( r2 k2 {3 d. d* \
They would not listen they're not listening still, / i1 @0 I8 c) o" p& G9 v
Perhaps they never will. |
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