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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ s9 H' Q9 l% v# t& }" G; `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 Z& U/ d6 L8 R* @8 O! e# z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: r( T* ]5 C. ^0 J# l* Y' p: h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. o+ @! u, o1 l/ y0 t+ SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ B+ {6 m0 u# L8 ]
How you suffered for you sanity, + L$ f6 y$ T8 K- M, R) A
How you tried to set them free,
9 C4 x% s; y# t0 I$ eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# P7 Y$ \9 j( TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 K" K. C2 l" M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 v8 V6 e5 W6 Y4 P' e/ k) U7 o( ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * @2 d! v4 l2 T4 z; D" t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 [4 K7 d5 T3 N" X
: E$ F4 Z; a7 u7 |( q1 ~3 f) }For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
P C5 ~& e! M& H8 _. b1 KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , p5 b G" _8 Z K/ e
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + E2 @6 n. v/ N: l; U
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( d& e8 a4 ]- \4 R9 \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; _ o, C e F1 hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) ?9 K1 S2 D# s' f- \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& T6 T6 W7 A+ |$ ]+ c: q8 [6 q" hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 W* y. }3 c# ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ Q5 V* s l# Z. N
How you suffered for you sanity,
- i1 s. P' u) T. ?, iHow you tried to set them free,
. d8 z8 V x5 _4 p7 M0 t: C0 `They would not listen they're not listening still, , U- k2 r- d; k0 t
Perhaps they never will. |
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