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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 t( g' Y+ Y8 E* v4 j3 M) U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 T" F( K8 ?3 m+ i* pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' [" X1 X% k! Q* h' j/ U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 P* w H- P' U4 m% wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( {& k: S" _# f9 Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 K6 b' c( u7 i* UHow you tried to set them free, 9 a% Y7 N ^5 H w' e! E7 L) [( I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; u* g& |# @8 a9 DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ A( {. A+ n. e# RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 u& V# L2 N6 E0 _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 p9 I1 A5 h7 @9 RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + a# z0 o; {/ R p% Z: J. J; d4 {! U$ Y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ j! W6 C$ X5 {0 }% Y- w2 S+ S5 n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 l) r% }7 `5 r+ f u# A/ nYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( n! @/ d- L! e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
V* ~* O! N) v& |% P5 t! KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 q9 F6 l) E) M5 ]9 f" K' P S
! g& V o% T3 W& pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; b' H2 k' D/ g( d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 W- z& _, b2 L, y4 \5 ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 p; c( f* L% Z8 B5 `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 m: j/ J5 W9 M; `
" z; F# C6 |! e; [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & R6 ]; t! `* K* y! `- p7 r! U
How you suffered for you sanity,- |" k3 K8 J$ p3 e( a( A4 h
How you tried to set them free,
6 k9 A# N/ ]6 x g. s3 `They would not listen they're not listening still, " E: w; C" k h6 G7 n: G
Perhaps they never will. |
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