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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 z3 s! ?7 Q: [# ^" D' P# d6 ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * f- Z9 A* g* R2 `( {* V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% e) J6 E# a$ v% P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 A. b" M* w7 m3 k5 X3 S( HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! @/ O: l0 z* B; v
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 A! X: r* h5 p& cHow you tried to set them free,
/ U% H# |4 b, I7 J/ e' PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( U' P- j; ^! I. n7 w% ^6 n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 L% n& b0 A) I$ d7 N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % K" g$ P* \4 [8 e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, A" Q7 j! L8 | aWeathered 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, * R( i2 k$ C, d- T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ }9 p+ C% ~( w* b& F( @You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 M( Y$ D- |7 @
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 i! W: L; W& n. S" ] }; RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * z+ M/ k, r7 a# m" b5 |
. z s1 A- I& u9 @# q% a4 Z3 v9 Q4 IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 \; j' Q* V5 w/ C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . O: ~. l p5 I. m" E! O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( }+ _/ B/ I" c: _& E! [+ A. gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 p7 y( W5 ?& G' a! c6 ]! ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 y' g6 P7 i: _! T! G; CHow you suffered for you sanity," P" O$ r5 v( @4 n/ i5 E5 k
How you tried to set them free, " q3 l4 u7 h1 X
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 A+ a ^+ Y, y( U, L. g4 z( W
Perhaps they never will. |
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