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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # c' [$ a6 m7 J3 S% K' f; ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 n- y* y1 d" W& l( E2 o' g3 O4 d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. l1 c7 k" g0 U8 PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & Z/ g- }* W/ m6 a& ]% Q: F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- G- _% D9 _* R' [) }& Z3 b: ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
. d' p$ d( b$ u2 g- ^: p* ?How you tried to set them free, / A; L- \* G+ v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% z6 {: h/ m2 }; J* p( R8 cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 h3 z% {0 v# aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 m- \6 r2 B: W+ _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / M' T5 i) ?- q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( \9 c& m/ K ~2 zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' l) v- \) D2 s) A% CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 g0 ] V, j( s# ~7 T
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 t0 p; ], b6 e/ i2 K6 X8 T4 s) {/ PBut I could have told you, Vincent, * \; c2 N/ v& Q$ V# v9 r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 h3 ]. k7 ]: ~2 Z5 F# ~
$ K$ Y# ^" h8 bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* n. e% w: ^+ a* S8 G! t7 E3 hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 h- G' _& @* f9 S# N# LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" G5 |' v7 Z2 r4 D- OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . F$ G9 p! K, M2 x3 r# g
: x, h! S: R, S3 v5 f! {8 BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 C; k( G3 p' U( hHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 B! Q; {3 d: I5 F7 P4 b$ yHow you tried to set them free,
+ E: e2 p. m/ R$ f, g$ vThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 e ^+ F# z4 @" L! OPerhaps they never will. |
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