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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) a* F* T0 ?4 [9 eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# x/ c1 ?- o, o+ K- D% s) n( j+ EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ E& U. f. o5 s5 ~- v& i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% `9 P, c/ c7 h2 |- Q. i& ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 p! `9 d! @. E0 I6 }How you suffered for you sanity,
; n: B7 `* ?: FHow you tried to set them free, + D6 M- P. Z8 m1 B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) |$ ]# y& P4 Y9 h$ IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, B/ M. m6 m" a% iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 s7 P( y3 W; O+ c+ D% A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 b$ V; g. R8 R, O/ [
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, 4 ^( K0 i5 n1 h, {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; o/ `/ U% `2 {9 X% E. |7 dYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; \8 z6 s+ V4 K, n$ @8 U$ k
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 q4 G n5 T3 K9 ^# f# o, jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 Z9 |. B8 r% Y+ Y) `# ]! ?/ p t
/ f/ y$ F4 |! V0 n6 ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , X3 B6 F/ G) m$ |% y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " _# t9 C: V( |8 g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 `1 ~) u% i. P8 B1 ~1 F" J& F; k7 |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , v( E* I$ u+ G' X; C" y! N, q
/ L. L( o5 k8 L" A& ^! ]# q0 q7 TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 E4 ?. I. Z) I6 v5 e( ^How you suffered for you sanity,
- r( W0 u. x# J6 {9 oHow you tried to set them free,
& F- @% y1 h; Y& c+ {( QThey would not listen they're not listening still, : E1 m! @" ?4 Z) z
Perhaps they never will. |
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