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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - G; D% m; \- b6 L+ b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 [4 @! E2 H; F6 L1 C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 _3 U7 k; S0 d3 |8 Z" x. Q/ W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) f1 |- e. b+ H& `4 C( ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 z. F1 {, t1 K% Y) O
How you suffered for you sanity,
" I1 A" @2 _3 j% ~% R( SHow you tried to set them free,
) Z$ R2 d% A; |9 g ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : r9 ~7 V/ E' }: a. Z' N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; X/ l) O: e, DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 X$ q/ Q N( D/ B9 t. X1 C: L" ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% c* Y3 C' z' H% Z5 pWeathered 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, 9 S4 |1 M2 T( s4 N- n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 G: s* Z* V7 \; Z) ]1 b, w7 ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ H, P6 a$ P3 g, [. ^5 O9 ]
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 Q9 v3 ^0 W* M' MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 P6 B0 s$ ^6 e+ n) F
; m( v! J1 o6 g5 ~9 |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; K, }/ x1 e# S* p9 f) \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 ~1 G/ w% c# A. q2 xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; A) j& s9 z7 j3 J/ C3 x* w* ^9 x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " a+ f6 g1 {1 F
$ L+ e+ w7 u' s" zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' w6 {- k& h- B, `! {- ^, }$ K
How you suffered for you sanity,* o# S- G- N I
How you tried to set them free, ' ^, q( S1 F1 L% k. e6 h. F
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ \2 @$ T2 L4 H+ r4 F/ F# h: p& i- hPerhaps they never will. |
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