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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) X( A& e- U8 H: V8 {& |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 p# }0 {8 M' X1 p. _. p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ V+ K8 @; F$ H/ F! h1 L/ R3 [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, E$ ?. ^: B% j9 v+ c! CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. q; T' q" w- G/ v6 I8 nHow you suffered for you sanity, , T$ L- N4 n5 m' y6 g+ n8 l4 g
How you tried to set them free,
, |$ |5 H: ?% L4 h. i# fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ C. u, v( R3 Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) D9 V: [/ t; t% w! E0 p6 U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " M- x, z9 D n# V& C$ a) O' F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 @5 D5 [' k# w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% S' r! @! Q( {6 v& pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . p8 y# m, {8 v G- Z. r: w7 Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - E! O* F. e1 l0 S0 X
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( d d! o! w2 q& [ C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 Y& n+ U" m( y" ^$ j! GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 n h& K9 d. c7 E
C( z: A: U8 z1 OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' a7 x) e5 B, p. g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 A; v3 S- k' s. i/ U3 C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . N# e6 I" I: B6 W5 m0 v7 V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) I9 r, m. y( w* L: {, K4 m2 t2 t/ S% w
How you suffered for you sanity,. S; V+ Y7 ? f/ N2 \1 y
How you tried to set them free,
; b1 M% f/ f0 O7 KThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 N1 q9 ?! P- u$ T" @ Z- C | Q2 jPerhaps they never will. |
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