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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 H1 |) { w! y; Q& w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 w: r7 w! p" c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 _" ^, Z8 N3 X5 i2 rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 i" {5 R3 Z! K1 lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 g$ ]9 P! x2 \! ^& n; \# W
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 u- h; O- |: Y- D6 l! s9 [- h
How you tried to set them free, % @+ L( k, E j- _6 a& p& n$ q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % t; X& R# K, s8 m6 Y" W, C0 {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 q( z+ B1 y! y( Z! a, rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: A) s0 @# X; Y# BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . b, ?& s8 P8 X. y, y3 c5 j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 \# N( ]0 W0 i
: I) j+ P: w+ `% kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; Y% Q3 `9 [9 W! v; {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( }7 K+ j3 H1 N4 \0 v; U* SYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 B/ T( V% Q2 {
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( V6 [( E& u( Q) u( Q- N5 _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " X) M, ?& c$ F3 b6 q* [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 }' D0 r6 V) NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # E% R8 j% v( B. }1 P. |! e% X G8 D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 `& b7 }7 Y4 `$ h& G; X- i C# d; V/ i
1 b7 I, b3 c3 ~* }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / y' K g4 O2 j* n2 R2 u# L& J
How you suffered for you sanity,% P4 \" {. ^6 X/ R
How you tried to set them free,
& L: ?) k& w. i6 a7 VThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! c/ y0 ~$ ~ T& Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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