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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + K! o0 B: E1 W5 ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( ]# ~' `" D1 o+ @! Z' i" g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 H- [* r* X% t' r1 aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 T# K6 R: Z8 t, N+ ]* D$ s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! X, y8 V4 c6 f- F, ]0 y& ^: p
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 v6 A0 l, _- a% g5 H+ j& i
How you tried to set them free,
. g9 s6 B# z) G# Q- C* ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 o: o2 [; Y5 x _# q# y- p" [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + n3 e/ a- c t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 Z6 `( s7 R! [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) R* W/ w5 M* Y' L3 N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 w' F0 H8 z. P- M/ wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; ^$ o' Q* e! @4 C/ Z/ t: hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) ^4 t* {9 A$ l$ r; c1 x. _You took your life as lovers ofter do, , h5 C# T* E" Z- Y( q
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; }# a4 s( y$ i( v; t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ u) O4 p1 l" ^" G2 b, G$ r ]3 |
% Y7 _/ v& a" U& }" B) N6 gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 O& G, P+ W9 z+ K& L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 y- Q) o: q# l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ j! V4 V7 A0 q7 K3 bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 V) J9 _3 c h9 A/ o. N# y
- z7 [6 Y0 N0 S, a" e$ t" p# }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / X( R* o3 B9 {5 N7 F
How you suffered for you sanity,
: h3 P$ I- W! J# X) T* ~7 oHow you tried to set them free, ' }2 q* Q" `- {8 e) m1 p
They would not listen they're not listening still, + n" s6 P& `' o, t" n1 c* Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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