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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 j; h& U' H6 u1 h) R4 H* c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) E/ O; X( {% a' R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, _3 j) [9 R0 _$ W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' w, {; _ F; Y" _6 W2 Y% {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& ]- M$ G5 S( `4 M" Q, d* NHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 [, e/ M c5 r( O; \3 J9 ^
How you tried to set them free, , a5 l( ?! n: t( p+ b! d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 s- v" t+ K5 V, g6 A; i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 b& z7 C- z' ~% z/ P' _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - v' c) i7 e v3 J8 E! a1 C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , P2 r( k+ V" K7 a; b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 h4 R2 ^9 @" ^6 O! H; |
, h" V8 R, s0 _9 t# v5 ]$ nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 w) E1 [3 N1 u1 WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* `1 m6 e& G. `9 K% D3 hYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 w3 i4 U8 R; dBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) l M6 @& J( A8 TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % {0 E4 W. G8 @9 S) {! v
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; p; x% ?% ?0 r6 r. h5 V6 k( QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
n+ L9 C Z0 | T1 t( uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, {4 I- k4 u4 WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " q! z) M6 D; ~. C1 q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 ^+ X0 J: ?. yHow you suffered for you sanity,- a6 Z, c- M3 D% R2 u% c0 s9 e
How you tried to set them free,
3 t) n. Q0 `7 g1 n: J+ uThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 n4 [7 I2 z t$ J: o: EPerhaps they never will. |
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