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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 N [* u1 ^- W, b7 J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 ]2 u7 N8 k, z; DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: U+ `$ O+ I; {9 o5 y0 e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- i( G: `4 M& ^, J# I4 n( J! uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" D2 ~" ?- F* qHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 A- W# ?0 J% H; AHow you tried to set them free, 6 @1 ]) w C% a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 U5 N' R7 p& N0 {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 q2 v+ i6 _# s8 L5 {$ v' R& P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , [8 E. x2 ] ~5 B) G3 a8 f# a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - n8 j, |, J. X0 h# d# y1 \, X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ l% r3 E& u8 }5 Z
* Y1 j: [0 I6 @! H( UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 v! b' K% @, z* a. j5 SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 B" d3 b4 h' _9 ~$ R
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 ]0 a3 G* }# q( q; G7 F, D' O! s S$ OBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 b( ?5 L# W' U$ R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & ~! C+ i: \. ^7 {1 M' J' \
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* Z7 f( J8 ?: o" tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + p: }& V# Q. D) C$ F: t% _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: @. e: l$ P6 x/ D# ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - K6 E8 e$ v* H/ }5 ?& g
How you suffered for you sanity,. e, {6 ^1 ?) T2 T# L( j! r
How you tried to set them free,
/ j; Z7 a0 s* @6 D) }& \/ [ JThey would not listen they're not listening still, : f) N. h6 ?" R1 u2 D9 B1 t
Perhaps they never will. |
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