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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 `& J& D: q6 V2 a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; D3 F. ]1 L( ]3 }; s0 p$ dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 {$ R8 i. A& n% Q. i. y3 l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : S+ l, t6 n; x. ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( K9 [$ `3 \) N5 Y: bHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 h6 {8 j/ |6 A* \; m% V( i: HHow you tried to set them free,
" }) U# ~( ~; S9 pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 S; s2 G }- Z) G2 p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 D- e0 s* h& x) x8 |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 E! q: Y. s" u, k! N8 z5 pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& U& r* H( E1 u1 \2 C tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 c& a8 p k; a
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ k. ~4 w5 }- Z. N5 H# h. J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 `0 C0 C; _9 P) B2 o6 L0 G# }7 kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 P+ ^0 \/ U. Q; O9 l! s; b% p! z( ]
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# n3 N5 d: Y5 |7 W1 X4 `& GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . ~- P% s q q+ ]& h
" L Q& Q# R8 g( X* CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! O6 b5 c! V, ~- j& f! }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
P9 o4 Q! P8 |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / V2 U5 O% S1 P" e# [2 [1 C* e O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! D) L6 M' w9 Q" I, N
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( ]: U: T* F. [. PHow you suffered for you sanity,* A. X/ {! E* Q- P D
How you tried to set them free,
f, P) i4 {" D: w, p: J0 m$ K ^( W KThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) U) s* F! h$ L$ y: A# A2 {" B* ^Perhaps they never will. |
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