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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & i$ w/ Q9 J |4 v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) h' C9 M6 Z4 Y8 C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 C ?! _5 n& N/ M y# J- BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 m( |1 P5 ^* c' |6 w3 J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% ^8 d/ A$ o. L- n4 O
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 ~$ W- G2 q" s1 D [How you tried to set them free,
. E9 e9 a+ u% s2 z/ gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& d; Z- q' i$ b- b6 ?- Y4 qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 S! @! M* N+ v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : z6 s; {7 G, U- o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 y- x w$ [+ P/ j z( _
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 \% q7 e+ b# R: c5 P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 U3 N& p0 Y; q/ E3 t% i
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" i: v% u( E1 I. BBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 ^* O* F, P) D0 J+ kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' w' p0 m! \8 e
4 O2 G" T! I! U- y1 n7 K$ DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 a/ l( V( T) C+ sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 Y# O6 G& E# E E6 WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 i1 F: p1 q# OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 d0 b; H9 [, P* o- r+ J
" b( k7 w& P Y4 e: I( kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % c3 D" w. I' Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
- w# `- C _5 q1 n5 C: x8 bHow you tried to set them free,
' E$ w- w+ C2 O7 F$ V2 ~; W' }8 MThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ k5 x" J6 l$ Q* ?6 C' QPerhaps they never will. |
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