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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * D% _: s {) Q2 c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 r+ R& U- j2 @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 F# ?6 u' e: t6 B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( @" n2 i7 Q$ p% n% J9 TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. W* J! D3 ^+ V6 @' x2 r
How you suffered for you sanity,
. K( p, d* r& T! M3 u' d2 v1 pHow you tried to set them free,
! P6 B' C7 I7 ^/ k4 XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 Y9 M1 z3 V& K; s6 FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ o1 y3 a2 V; \) w6 A' ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % E% |3 W3 P2 U& C; A8 D8 e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! c2 S L/ N% @6 H3 P3 B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & H8 b8 p6 C1 k9 H/ D( S5 l3 ]% n
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! f- ? Z: c) m7 n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 B; R0 b% _9 y& {
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, y1 [# v* Y( E2 ]6 ^/ h, l; |But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ [9 `; u) x$ B/ `/ iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / B V+ l7 T' Z! p
/ [3 Z5 _3 s; N$ _4 R: o/ xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - J# C' D; X- J: h1 a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # x; c0 a9 ~" I }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) }" B) s1 x* K- u# F9 T: b0 X8 h" sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . a! b6 |! {1 C1 h" S, G
- L4 z7 y7 R9 @ G8 LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 j& c8 _: j: @; c
How you suffered for you sanity,. h' F4 i! ^6 s# W$ @. U. b
How you tried to set them free,
" \4 ?- b/ N8 L ?They would not listen they're not listening still,
U+ Y0 F# W- v* Q1 HPerhaps they never will. |
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