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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) K+ p0 f& J+ G1 H! U% S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 x5 ~* l) d" F1 {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; l6 j2 m/ f8 c* |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 R6 ^% u9 E3 i: _; c# LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: u9 z6 P3 |+ o
How you suffered for you sanity, ; s5 r6 W0 C: J/ `
How you tried to set them free,
1 W5 q) Y* H; ~9 O6 XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; C( L- m8 Q" P( XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 ^1 z: r y7 }! B0 z1 i3 CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 {, \, e( a6 z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 y" C% p1 E3 K0 a/ A7 I% l8 C KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 ?- G8 X7 j& s7 W2 V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 P( ?( e% ?: ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 I4 J, ^3 r% \. Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 j8 f; k' J0 t" s9 @; W: F) @8 CBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 I% Y% i$ s: S6 L1 J" T% g- [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 h$ _2 d7 T9 {' W+ B8 b. U
" q, O3 d7 W2 v" f4 ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( N* o2 ^4 m( ^) F+ C ?, E+ zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & v) X, p) N+ Q6 S( S- z) E& R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
J0 C6 p$ s8 F; TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 ?2 i! ]# T7 f/ i8 q. ^2 p
How you suffered for you sanity,
J/ j5 i- q/ ^5 w" ~" u$ lHow you tried to set them free, 2 E# g: d; p9 M$ [
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: k k' N$ A: mPerhaps they never will. |
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