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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 W! u* Z8 z2 X5 f1 K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ T8 D/ Z. C# Z# }$ mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& P9 p( j" e6 {0 _+ `( R: D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 W% q* D; ]" W- G! CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( B G$ G6 Q. X3 M3 M) Y8 u O* |
How you suffered for you sanity, ! P) {2 K, g0 h$ L
How you tried to set them free, C7 {4 i! _7 E1 e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. T/ t& T* D7 c, D3 o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # t* B2 j* {: Y% a5 K9 `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * l# ]- x: B5 W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 j; X2 n0 c! S8 o' ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ c# U" r' W7 `9 e4 ^( X
6 ]" ^# u' j5 tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # x) g8 W, l* N. D6 I2 D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 A. U+ M# L* p+ n0 {You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 [$ N9 ~0 H- Y: Y0 x' f# v+ U3 X- {But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 K+ `! X4 q7 r7 W+ l; v1 oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 ?: d& H4 _$ D1 x" f& U! P- {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. _8 S$ p' c. t: Q3 b) gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 s" ]3 W; Z) V8 q/ n% w& _: Z- c% @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" [0 l2 N! ]( }- ^; {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & F; r: c3 e2 k: l
0 ~8 z$ k" F! aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( |, M+ u8 g% w6 c8 s
How you suffered for you sanity,* _$ \3 X: {8 m' H* |, r* c
How you tried to set them free, ' F: S% v: R& ^2 d& `; r
They would not listen they're not listening still, / q/ T: O. ~3 b7 G5 V4 q. p2 t
Perhaps they never will. |
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