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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! G: y; p- Y1 e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 |% P; c. I2 _& P$ l# a6 tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ N) ?0 ?- L- FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 V7 |8 t+ W1 Q; b1 j9 B* w& |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 Q$ l5 l) B- r
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ O" i! G: }, _1 W6 \How you tried to set them free, 9 q1 ?$ h4 ?; h' ]' Z$ g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; H6 O; H; @. a0 a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& T1 m- [" j5 U# B( z; MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 t' l+ L( F0 y, }- t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 g N- R) x0 X6 MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * g* }3 L: j* B9 }8 u6 \
5 T' ]$ W S# k1 A' ^8 wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( j# A* `% r- n7 o+ G" i% M! o! ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % i/ W- q/ S. z% ^/ ?) y0 u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 k/ L4 u4 V' K7 x* bBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 o1 g$ Y3 a3 i/ c$ r5 H$ A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) q* e- v* i% H, A. c
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 T, } ?3 a2 S$ J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: t$ ~+ X$ T9 j! D) w4 jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- M- n% j* N/ ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" S- \! p5 O% `. D9 HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * A7 k( ]: g+ W, L, Q
How you suffered for you sanity,2 e; C( w n1 A9 A
How you tried to set them free, 3 r4 i0 T/ k& J. G f
They would not listen they're not listening still, # h( E# R3 M# S( ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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