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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 n( ^2 Q4 z4 s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 W+ M. X/ }- F* r1 M, X6 DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 V8 L, L/ ]4 p( i2 H' G% cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ M1 u6 ~1 t+ E* `9 G" b! RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, x, B: q, E5 V7 UHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 F! V3 w5 T; F% n" Y' J
How you tried to set them free,
2 K, j) z/ ^& ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 |1 }, P# i% Y) j( p3 z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) y+ D/ V% O y) k( K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) ?* P7 a3 R7 e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, z0 E5 C8 |! r( E" A' x7 c. b7 x& LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; v4 H* Y4 S c8 l- K! `$ ^/ a
7 A9 W2 E$ @' i! fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 d3 I% N s7 @: K* _: ^, `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ ]8 }- p" V" qYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ P' A' V9 b1 Z& }1 ]# U$ cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
A3 D) z5 l# r# P( wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 r3 q0 b9 o# u3 F+ oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * A5 k& E5 w4 h `' J3 Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / P- G& e5 C! q" m: {. e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ r6 J7 ~9 A, V6 G& x- _* j0 y
8 m/ ?& h' E$ |, f2 `' p/ c1 Q/ zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# f' R% m# A# Q6 ZHow you suffered for you sanity,. B8 l6 x4 \# t7 b: }- H
How you tried to set them free,
+ P6 p7 G4 h* G; T" jThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- P. A! P/ l# p kPerhaps they never will. |
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