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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 \+ u; u. c w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ E+ `$ @( Z) I! Z+ cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; ^2 i% x+ f( Z4 P+ ]4 U# Z" c/ Z4 R$ nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " L5 r0 N/ e# d! V8 ^1 r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' [" }$ s; H3 ~' J6 o/ P& {! F# bHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 s8 ^0 h% l4 |6 A$ a+ B* n0 cHow you tried to set them free,
; A( {9 H$ |' v" P2 W! j4 CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% h2 {( z+ c* U7 H& A JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / \% z. _% G+ n0 u' q& N0 b( H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 a9 T* Z: m3 x( D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; U0 n \8 _0 p7 y4 o$ CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / U% ^ K# D% u3 P
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 K& h% P0 W3 ~; s" k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 S; v: v* y6 ] Q2 E% \You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 j5 d) e' w0 w. e8 [ l1 \
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; N+ J( ~% n5 t9 b( L7 O8 k# A# v/ UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % I, p" ?) G0 u6 A! Y% b
# C9 |- j1 a! q3 M: BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 `: a. \; _6 d# g- }8 |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% ]9 [/ L( T/ _! f- RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 @ a7 h* e; ^' q3 [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 `1 B: h ~$ e5 n y
# L* ?3 t0 T& ?: N2 BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & `) k" V/ K+ o0 ^3 a7 U
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 L, p- T5 g/ `3 S! \How you tried to set them free, % T J2 F; e1 k4 H1 n# Z% J
They would not listen they're not listening still, + @+ S; P" E7 y/ D9 S
Perhaps they never will. |
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