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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , ]) q3 P: ?% e" x& R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 k# v$ m: X8 d$ c+ sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 i# R8 l1 L9 u6 \. v8 b( V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 K" S/ X& d! X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 z/ A- w1 l% a0 U5 gHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 j9 u0 y& h ~" M
How you tried to set them free,
' e/ t& q6 v4 g7 E9 I/ q4 A: \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - D2 K3 l1 p6 v- l/ t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' Y6 h# K' z# V/ ^6 Y. A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * A! X2 f0 }2 j, o/ T" i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 L. P# ]$ N: x+ E2 ?$ R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # }: B9 n" p0 \% T3 T9 ~0 M
% ?4 L( v2 X8 E+ z- YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% h5 n; J. |6 N" k' q- DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 _9 F1 L, [2 Y/ I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' o$ O7 k1 ]$ g% v; d
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ P( t/ {+ b xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / k$ M. L! Q. E* V; w# W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% I- ~. d j! Q v% k% L3 DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% t2 ~" I9 J. F7 ~4 m3 b' bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + ^( f% n" c$ R3 t' |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- ~1 L+ C) I/ f0 _+ y# F$ N2 |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 E9 o7 h2 p+ {3 n
How you suffered for you sanity,
: d9 r |) m: f: UHow you tried to set them free, 1 J/ A$ @- p. w) J$ g
They would not listen they're not listening still, # o, Q9 T: l5 C, s. E W: h
Perhaps they never will. |
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