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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 L1 x* f; \& r* C. v+ R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : U' ~* j6 B |5 v( m9 a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ b/ r, p! i- n+ Y* t7 c5 JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + p) p7 G0 ^; T' Y$ D8 Z) C; Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 k6 P& w- _2 j! x
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 [- Z1 Q0 Z- ~4 Y& z0 YHow you tried to set them free,
6 m" d% r7 Z- a1 ~; K$ vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : w/ Y) R K; z) c: s, j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, i' t/ F. N% j& ?1 F. t6 iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( K/ V b" G7 T8 z/ x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 m1 `* _8 f2 C% `; i8 q2 L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : ], y, a2 O% R+ h/ p2 @& o
1 i" S/ a0 A! \8 F9 L/ oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ }6 g; c0 K0 H6 c- i* tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! r( [3 X) Z5 N3 B5 O& n$ BYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. b, y% J3 q: i1 X+ ]But I could have told you, Vincent, & o0 h. H# K) X1 d7 T$ _6 V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' W8 C9 m; x8 J0 V: b, [# OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , k. m( [7 T2 }% W- X7 |0 X9 I, ] e, V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! ]" S0 @, J; r' \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / X8 Y( q5 I. V
The 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,
' \! `1 _4 l% \' CHow you suffered for you sanity,
! H3 Z. M" V3 P! l6 \How you tried to set them free, 6 j+ p5 ~' u4 F9 t. U8 _7 I
They would not listen they're not listening still, - u4 V6 Y! _" A/ h; x2 G* y
Perhaps they never will. |
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