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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 y- F7 l9 }: V& X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' S! F8 u- D; W6 j9 S# _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
G/ x$ t. n1 H, ?. j% }. NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ x; F, a1 E8 z; N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, S% ^: R+ B, m- K; D3 M
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 l- m' Z0 d! \& x' [
How you tried to set them free,
. u& M& g; G7 [# m1 gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 [% @1 a' z+ I4 n( t7 j& k x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- I/ P1 R% D5 y+ J4 k6 q* w2 |! TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 \# F1 R, w, A: p0 c- l. Y& r' j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % q! x5 ]5 R8 Q' P# o$ J/ l
Weathered 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, . ]! _* c! P9 A: z3 C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & \2 y% y) W1 a+ w4 I
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- y: M1 O. ~8 o8 {But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 T' w8 h, ~% O* j" ]4 V6 pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! e1 K: b2 K9 Z: s4 |1 h* r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 y2 Q" l {- R9 C9 G3 ?5 H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ I F. V6 Z' f% k& M7 ]0 o+ Q, \. t# aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' i& d7 r2 Y6 |
0 Z: [3 q+ e4 k4 [1 aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. c' D. c# L: @How you suffered for you sanity,
- }2 p- C, m$ g6 Z' v( c- ^How you tried to set them free,
7 ?! w, z8 Z$ `4 J$ M( G0 C. pThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 R* A, y/ Y* {: A LPerhaps they never will. |
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