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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 k3 a% k ` [5 l; O/ u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" T i8 ?& J1 V9 q* R2 N+ pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 n2 J7 r5 U! x- w" Q- Q: ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % I. ?" G) L2 s9 I _' g/ j7 n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" U) V% Y; y8 a4 p) {1 AHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 |" H. c; O6 A8 q8 RHow you tried to set them free, + C# z0 @# |6 W% E6 d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & a& Z0 d8 C2 }$ ] i x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 z1 {+ P) ^" o' ^% Y- ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 X' V, k+ b* ?; u( W7 r: a/ U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # K$ p! c- e w4 ~. i! |$ W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 o3 m0 u) E. q
8 k4 P" x: @* i% F) KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 q+ v; O1 `* Q' v4 x9 t, _- RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 h' U. O) t# ^+ v' y& u7 kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 e' T4 @" Z2 |
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. u9 w I) X2 B+ dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, P6 m% t4 ?4 l2 f, t7 E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 ]: D$ F. w! R+ T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % m% q. p8 _# \4 ?& T9 D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- ]" \, X: D* x, a- DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 u/ x5 e( p' i( j! i. Q
How you suffered for you sanity,( M: Q: @# V' c
How you tried to set them free,
" C2 z4 O( i% ~& ZThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) s/ l/ V( @; V+ d! l, C- P. V
Perhaps they never will. |
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