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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , P6 y4 z5 }$ y. v5 E9 G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 @2 W" E5 _, x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( g! W- G8 t" a* Z! DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * W- O# @: I6 u- U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, W' y# D* L. n* ]How you suffered for you sanity,
5 i( f4 w+ Z0 ~0 E, p6 Y$ `How you tried to set them free, : i# J d' _2 v& s. i- {% R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ l% |& Y: [% ]0 k- r5 V9 |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 M. V( e7 T5 ?1 s CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( ?' }$ r, Y7 y6 P* h. b6 ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ j! O' F! V8 L' E7 m1 UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( b* [; B% Q2 v: O0 w! y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & [# E: C) d' V5 T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 r8 X! o9 C! f0 z( h9 HYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& K( o9 m& h8 u) tBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! E3 u7 L9 u9 P, b( |( ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& t- }/ z/ {' s* C' s6 g- N/ uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / y! Q: ^) R% s/ R6 q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ x" `* S n8 r$ T9 _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. ^& Z/ A5 y2 E: TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. l! j; q! m& |# y/ u5 I
; ^! g$ g+ B. D# }1 nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: B; u2 e; b# x$ ]How you suffered for you sanity,! a6 G8 J' ]" `
How you tried to set them free, % _0 F. ]! G( R0 n! z
They would not listen they're not listening still, + k3 B1 F( a6 C
Perhaps they never will. |
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