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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' @% q7 a. _8 F' r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 V% E2 @ u/ G# {8 s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," _* k, P0 {! |0 [& f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# `* X! W9 B1 e% D3 Z: F" E7 INow I understand what you tried to say to me,: s* G/ k' F! D2 b: t1 o" f2 ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
: x2 Q" f7 t; r7 V3 J2 J$ ^How you tried to set them free, . `3 b3 r7 b, s# U4 p( v( }# ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * l8 Q1 [8 T' b* ^- g- [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" ^4 q9 @; v4 H: ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # B U7 a k! d% s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, }! Y' F f# T6 s& z, x5 \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " M) b# R) `+ r) m4 E
" m: e/ B( O L; k$ f/ [For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" B" J- I3 B8 mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 T0 v( H; k/ m: ?- `. kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % k4 Y% C: i) N$ m% e1 a
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" U" u* i `3 l+ r# I) N" u+ XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 I/ I. f* j2 [6 H% u ^( C! P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 F3 Y& c- v$ {8 ]$ d2 W) T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . _; h& d m5 D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # ~/ p, n2 J% }' N" Y, t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 {! _7 P2 L8 w( D
8 B, Q* U; H/ C8 i4 w6 SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' q9 Q: ]- D& p9 F
How you suffered for you sanity,3 l1 D! t: B6 ^
How you tried to set them free,
! M8 p/ T: l5 O% xThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; z5 Y9 ?6 ?* p4 R7 y/ Z2 f
Perhaps they never will. |
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