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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - _ N1 i2 ] U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ g. ~2 k5 A* K2 b+ {6 IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! ]6 ^- [* m+ S! N3 _4 Q7 _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ b8 ^4 F1 p/ G: tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: r o( ?: L; M' Z. I% g& H( D, }% AHow you suffered for you sanity, : f/ U0 }- {/ K6 r
How you tried to set them free,
/ W1 a" a5 J! s% z& Z" |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 b8 N+ e8 x# l/ g/ M# L+ ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* A, B( f% n* uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : @8 {, z+ g3 d6 p0 D; d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . y; z0 k9 F$ ~- Y4 @' N- f* Y; H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 A: o* x# @+ ?/ l
" k6 Y& h; q1 hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + s1 D& |' ^, b; E- T, ?# Z& Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 `9 C$ e, r) G
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 M( d& ^$ s, c2 G; M" d; w+ Q, wBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ S1 r8 R5 R: d5 g5 ^0 c+ dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" k& b0 y7 I* A- Q- SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 L9 Z2 N* G2 Y' O1 T3 nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( l. u0 s7 e. Y, V9 j+ [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! Z p- U2 N; @2 p! p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : u F7 ~; i: l/ \& i a* A% H1 z/ U
- b% ?( {, M" c) z' {& E# `9 C9 T YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 w0 D% Y* H. y0 z h9 O# K- C
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 [# S4 q: o. R" kHow you tried to set them free, & [" K- ?; v- v- P+ e" o
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 M8 n% B* S; o& U% F) T% E% e9 H
Perhaps they never will. |
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