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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ l' b8 U' m0 h- ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" |; t& D8 J# ?3 H3 }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% c! i/ A! n6 {. N4 `; u: N1 W+ ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 y% _) ^1 i3 H0 a$ S+ ]( XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 o5 x2 w/ Q! B' d! C5 {
How you suffered for you sanity,
, P! k- R2 L b( K. m* XHow you tried to set them free, 8 U" _& [; d/ ^8 C. B% m2 W d% o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 ^0 J( i- L, S2 _4 o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 \. ~& M7 \) W0 w. U* z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" g0 d) M6 w# {1 d3 i h' AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 j+ }# _9 @$ j; n {7 e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " z) } V- h. t: a! e% p
5 R# _- I: x; ^# I3 C( U8 wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
g9 |: q- v% w2 @7 uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / q( ^$ H8 V, f9 _0 k
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + S. R, a5 P p! k7 p+ \
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! ?0 \5 | r7 gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 w j! {: G0 t) K% W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: I/ r$ k" e6 P8 t! pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 f- l l8 P. j! y! oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , D$ V* s d9 q4 e! {3 u+ e; A% W
5 b( [9 W' D2 n0 [/ ^: ^; ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" L3 ~1 U. @5 P, vHow you suffered for you sanity,
' I ^) P* q( x, y* C2 E5 lHow you tried to set them free,
4 X5 T/ ?7 Z; l" Q" o) ]6 A2 d3 H9 [They would not listen they're not listening still, W$ b4 r; ]4 M: W0 X* e5 ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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