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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 E) K( }. x+ yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 t0 a" T0 \. V* g3 g8 ^2 d2 e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# ?6 e& ], t4 v' x6 T( M3 t+ ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ J9 c/ O j3 o) \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 d+ Q E5 M( F. o( ~8 b, dHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 x2 o: `% E8 @
How you tried to set them free, : X$ v/ V( U3 _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 j' l1 D7 U# R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; d4 v1 i. Z( |- I2 O5 t* VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 o y% j/ U. u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! F2 u' S9 T1 D0 @& `/ B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 E! }( t% y5 B. q: H; e
I! P) a3 A; T$ v8 ?: MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - ?: ?, D" }- y4 A8 L) D$ j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 L1 _. e: q: _5 ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: n% [/ J, I/ o) y$ z( UBut I could have told you, Vincent, / f1 ~2 n- v* S6 D$ @3 w) f$ N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & ?4 Z6 ~9 }& ~) I# j
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : ?( C4 h- G7 V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . W# r/ W. f9 q! a& }0 f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 J7 {3 j* w: }) J& S' O5 R8 T* Y; UThe 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, 3 f$ c0 h' k7 n" m, V
How you suffered for you sanity,4 m& c" r- h. ]8 e- G' j& s
How you tried to set them free,
' w( `" C( Y/ Q# U( v& y1 k; bThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 y( h* e! Z+ [. [
Perhaps they never will. |
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