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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 {$ Y; J& I- m L) k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. g( O% m: P: q) N$ RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 M( y' d* J$ ]% k2 S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 L3 B: ]! M, i ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' ?. R, p: c4 T/ oHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 v' p3 X* I* R2 B/ h) i8 IHow you tried to set them free, ) J. z% y$ w* k. P4 f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # Z% E- Q4 q+ v+ z4 |& D0 m8 y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. B# v0 X- E' _) F& F* ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * @) p7 G# H' U- U) T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& }; {0 y9 @5 c' h& l+ lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & G9 x7 u' V9 }! A
! X# r m! b" T) o2 K/ j& a) kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 V8 Y6 ^8 \) B7 n4 o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ ~- ]- a k e- J: V6 QYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 o) ~. H0 }) f% l* Y! {
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 Q3 R! N: q+ [0 HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& a$ z+ p: b0 b. G. zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. E/ n v! o( W$ i, D8 ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 P) w9 \2 s( }4 B0 J* K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ z w7 K7 q8 I z& c" fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; v) v4 q. b2 ]: I: k; X# O" ^0 V* V/ pHow you suffered for you sanity,+ d: x) N! f3 Q* a3 _+ q) {4 u ~8 Q
How you tried to set them free,
" M _' L! R. w! N2 o9 C. v nThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ N$ L) w4 I U: ?* o PPerhaps they never will. |
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