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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % S7 ~: D2 O1 I& z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , d. v8 z; U1 b/ Y0 c, O& I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 K9 D _- I" _! q R$ o; L( qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - R, ^+ ` P5 V. T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, p! L3 y P% }3 p
How you suffered for you sanity, ) X8 s1 @8 p) C6 g5 f3 D. m! [
How you tried to set them free, 1 N, S7 r$ D) P% K3 p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 L1 O' I2 \9 ]! m' p0 o; CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' g y7 u @ \1 V" l/ j, _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 K H$ L3 q6 p: yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- i/ K+ T! _9 qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . x+ q: Q/ p+ W) S6 G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 X1 ]1 l" w' w8 a. f
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 ~* C7 l- U" k2 b0 g9 C; \) P( |But I could have told you, Vincent,
- q& Z2 ?5 U1 U$ r3 `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 W1 g) g. w9 s. p1 i# ^' U( ^
! _" f, G8 S5 _5 e- H' \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" Y5 x$ G& O2 f( `6 _5 @" RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ G' ^$ E# H7 R9 ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! i: Y- a* ^6 l- R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 z! c$ j& ?8 r# N8 O# n/ p$ \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 Q8 S! ~- v3 ^! P" m
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ U3 A4 R4 X: J, R9 AHow you tried to set them free,
5 w0 B3 `7 z4 {, D2 LThey would not listen they're not listening still, : t* k" v7 a9 J+ v8 t* m" M5 ~2 ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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