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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 s. i! W: k& p8 @- X6 k( K3 t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, S/ I8 Z9 @3 _8 c8 ?6 z! w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 A6 L8 H# b( N+ K4 V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : X& | @3 l6 b/ L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. A/ X' w+ h, Y y+ _How you suffered for you sanity, 0 w W9 \: e5 s/ u& s0 x9 h; t
How you tried to set them free,
; w5 a" L/ U( p& ?6 @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 q$ f' }9 _5 Y2 r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& O3 `$ l- a4 N8 I) ^1 U$ vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; ^+ z8 M- M6 jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / X3 H* w t% ^7 P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) j+ F. B. F$ k( ~) X
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 e0 J# w' h( M% @9 }1 Q( Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 Q8 E3 s2 d) Z$ Y5 R$ H! ] ~# N: X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 a1 i8 W y! i9 s( X% G) \But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 V9 g1 o% t( c- pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) W9 M m7 g! H
, L5 o% Q5 P/ j$ a4 B! k; |6 b" aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 i6 Q. Z/ z, _# t* Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: @6 ]) P' [. K$ `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # }7 I8 n3 `' Y4 \8 d0 z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 f% ]0 e& @# `3 ^. ?
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 {4 G( n5 v! ]How you suffered for you sanity,; P2 D+ t8 t' y7 U5 w* k+ M9 J
How you tried to set them free,
) a& q4 C" d8 ?& NThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 K, w$ X* h4 z1 ~/ J' R
Perhaps they never will. |
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