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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 a L) s- J% G6 C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 j, q: M; T8 _$ |! V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 F/ x, x, c$ Y, }4 W, lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " U" q& M1 ]/ M! V3 O m! G1 ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 H. C7 y" ?9 Y# n: G4 ~0 D0 |How you suffered for you sanity, ! j1 m4 [- q, W* f4 t+ a; t1 Q
How you tried to set them free, - p L. h1 K( ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& c" [9 [" M; U. m% qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ A* ~6 k* R# |3 DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 n$ x4 M4 k% t: R- K* ]2 c s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 D9 ~; r" s0 [5 U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 C4 O! E) E7 i4 H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 t, ` z* Y% Z! [7 R9 O) f( xYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 @ A3 x G7 E$ _: x0 M
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 q( W5 J1 h" A9 f; \+ q& e0 C$ m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 y6 T% k, r% `- } \
9 i1 {# W7 @% v) U3 H6 v0 YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 k( m# L7 Y; l" i$ _- o, S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' O \! f% E2 j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * g( r6 P7 E3 a' w7 d9 B0 l+ W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , d3 b5 R9 L; M0 A' ~$ ~& }- u
5 c' L$ R2 k# s5 K% ?& U9 NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" t$ _3 ?( q9 g: iHow you suffered for you sanity,# k! u8 Y9 @3 ?# Y" t
How you tried to set them free, ( p0 \9 M9 N6 N3 }
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) ~" @9 D1 U2 c% A
Perhaps they never will. |
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