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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 D" [- q7 Z$ E6 k/ ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 r: z G. c8 y; B8 vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, k( U/ A" C9 R0 J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; v& {1 ~4 F7 ?4 N0 s) [( TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, u o0 }, i- L$ [0 gHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 Z% c$ g8 K9 t& z
How you tried to set them free,
2 o- k1 B! J% G. N+ HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 i& p! d& ^5 ~4 o& O! d2 v! F/ {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 i1 l9 Q d& }, ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% r( q+ J3 H1 g4 SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 W" Y" ~4 N# y: @, a' Z+ QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: s& u% V6 w* D7 m2 XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . g: Z+ Z0 y* G8 c* J% X& b( K# m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 D- B! g2 S. d4 o& ?4 u7 q1 nYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 X8 H8 S" D# m- \ |$ M" g( IBut I could have told you, Vincent, . x& F( |( ?1 s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ o# b$ S e: K4 A0 |: E: oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 J, n: d) [& x" t5 a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 ] w& S: F% X% SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) D, j2 l4 c! u& K7 X1 u
3 {& J" A5 E# xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " L: V9 _1 X; c. s7 S3 T8 U
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 o: w, { u0 G1 X' Z3 S2 WHow you tried to set them free,
1 U+ W5 _7 P: NThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ M1 X! m, Q" V( J% _ p# }
Perhaps they never will. |
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