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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( E( }( I, e. e( p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; u* T* h% A& E, ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' U. V% Y7 W% g9 UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! Q" N: ~5 ]7 M: m! ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: F# C% _9 _1 r/ } `2 c1 v% a# gHow you suffered for you sanity, ! q" s8 ?7 G: _% T
How you tried to set them free,
% A+ d7 w' V7 m: D9 }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, f6 n' c. n2 OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ f6 H6 C* X. @# _* M) p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' C; l" q) ]. s5 U- n3 h* o( f. [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 [6 B! K9 O8 e# ?/ BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
n6 V" z" W A+ k9 f( B' CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; g5 A' d4 y( h$ ]. u
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " l4 ^2 P" {4 f) G8 k) \4 T- n
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) K# e9 g& ^* W dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * a+ L# t- C' Z- K! `$ \
1 c0 ^: h+ l& WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' _/ ]! E3 L; L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 B$ \, C% d/ k1 qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 Y9 c) A# @ Z) Z) X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) f! R0 F% X' O" q- \. k( n
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ L. W1 ~( b2 g, Q$ \# \% ^. x( OHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 g9 V, h8 ]9 f0 L5 n" P. F) ^; [( GHow you tried to set them free, 6 r' F5 V* O4 c) L3 \* X4 U
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 u3 u( V1 z( p. C3 K- I+ m ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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