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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 q/ L7 E4 t4 a* @ S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! {9 H5 F( u' x. i# |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 {! V6 {$ X5 B: I# JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % N9 `- H2 k+ \# G! X6 `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* \6 P& g. y* iHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 j7 [- R+ w0 B% u2 D
How you tried to set them free,
4 H! L8 H9 f ]9 n. O$ ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) C5 G" ]' W( P" C5 a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / c. @7 o' M* \9 i3 W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 J* \, v4 {! IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # V- V+ m B0 h( z3 M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. n/ w9 F0 t* j3 o% `6 O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , Z0 G( m# x, }# ?$ P$ Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 F1 c7 W: Z; |8 U# yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 i* b+ @+ e- a4 b+ ` z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 |5 Q& Q8 E3 [" QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 f0 v$ {/ u8 l
) t" o: }3 h: S/ W) U& L$ Z! X1 NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 Q R6 F1 |- q. } k% zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 s( o0 \$ J0 g* j( P1 i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' d. ]% ]/ @5 D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 T4 H/ `, I4 Y7 p. R" K; M
. k( i( H1 Q' n6 X5 a: F) U# VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 c2 Y: |- }" V2 M( _' W( J
How you suffered for you sanity,
: W J# F- k6 n) sHow you tried to set them free,
3 y+ O8 f. x; Y2 `) {$ yThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) `$ h# {; l4 c8 _5 o9 u) S! }Perhaps they never will. |
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