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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & m v2 B3 W {2 W+ t& }# k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 L5 [/ Y" M- L3 J/ s# t: kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 Q7 w2 p& {2 C' e0 q& \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 B; u k+ P! i$ o1 q, N! _0 GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 X E1 B8 o/ W, D: @9 CHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 G. K3 t! R' l6 q- LHow you tried to set them free, * C3 l* Z; N8 Q2 {: A, o; }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 S$ X) j9 r; d" [" N/ q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ l) z8 C" c& r" c! WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 A2 K, s# b7 }1 I3 k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 W O9 [1 A) j& d7 z) u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 h# z9 C! Z. E# z% @" d' U
9 L" H% S9 p" e) g1 BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! A: F8 Z4 H3 V" S# ]$ H( G8 ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % F0 q: Z) I0 q- A
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 V) L; S2 b% N* b- q- H
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 x( n+ b* `4 f5 [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& w: k8 l b. u9 @" YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * v! u. `* |0 I8 u' {7 O' q3 U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 r$ ]1 x; l# i3 DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * h% _! Z+ ~& X0 I0 {& H$ e' T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 X" O$ I! \* ~0 i* PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " }" c) [! D. [6 O, T( p
How you suffered for you sanity,% F) r, c$ q$ N/ W8 P5 i
How you tried to set them free, 0 u6 Z1 T& `: b/ E% ?5 e3 u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; ~. k7 m1 Z4 w' m! ?Perhaps they never will. |
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