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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + Q& b: i& C. Y- g$ _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 k: @+ X& g2 V0 d# PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 i/ W7 ]. C6 {- H! Y# c, v4 MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: e- d9 s- T; Q# s1 W8 VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 s$ I3 e3 T: q9 b) }$ l1 sHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 T/ {# p* O3 n- n. n) j" g8 E) L: LHow you tried to set them free,
. a. ?9 K' p1 v9 ]8 pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % i, E% h1 x1 P9 i4 s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / p; c. F! h% N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 t3 F+ G4 g# [9 r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 Y5 o% u8 ]: w0 F2 v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 F3 o. G! ]6 _For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 l1 a; M, A, ]1 j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, k' A6 q( z7 O% M, R5 ]. |5 oYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 S& b$ c8 @7 r( t4 U+ |But I could have told you, Vincent, . Z+ i* K) |. R. A8 R6 x$ u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - t/ a! f+ h2 n o
4 p% z! ]' U: o, o" _% o4 XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " R& g: P8 J2 J4 u8 F0 F- e5 k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' o! J, @" x, X- G( M+ vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- t. E: I) A6 R6 b. q/ i; ?* H0 [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 C8 o! b0 a6 o! q5 O
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 t" @; ^) h1 t+ y- P- v: |3 A+ j
How you suffered for you sanity,% v8 b( T" z* V; @9 ?1 O
How you tried to set them free,
6 b( r1 W/ f0 a3 K# T/ e5 d$ o% HThey would not listen they're not listening still, + W# { b9 e: }1 D" s
Perhaps they never will. |
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