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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 e' A: F* r+ n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 ]8 M+ A$ U: l; iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 j& E% W# g/ Q6 k' x. bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. l' h6 t1 k2 W! lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. |9 D' e) [5 d/ S1 S9 ~* JHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 e, p5 l: x7 c8 F, }) }
How you tried to set them free,
: V' g3 }* _! s* w6 U/ L8 AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : E- m) s4 e' K% l. \0 \; Y& @! H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ a) A$ f% v* C' ~2 f% q3 }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 N( Y! g! H) b X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; T5 K5 Z7 V$ ^2 H9 u8 D1 O3 f0 `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : T( A6 g7 |$ [* I7 b3 _# e. B
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , s$ A, K* |) m* K6 W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * V: z6 ^) Y, M3 c5 z7 s2 ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# s) B, R0 j( B/ R oBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! u9 l4 ?% y- v) ?7 P2 y( W g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * w. ~0 w4 ]6 z, B6 }+ d6 ] a
+ D. C0 C3 Q( r! H, L2 vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; v4 i; {/ v: G% a# ^3 y2 c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , W- b2 a5 U) s- f: y3 H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , p1 U8 J, s# l; `! T0 @5 P9 X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 ~4 z$ E5 N s
& `* D( @* [% u/ t, N+ L5 \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* I* M. ~; @' \3 xHow you suffered for you sanity,
' C/ Y& `: b( m4 t! U* eHow you tried to set them free, , y, F$ u! j. H$ l3 i# l0 i' B8 G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 Z0 Z$ O; j: K; SPerhaps they never will. |
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