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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; h( V1 l0 O8 CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 i2 I8 ^5 i9 b7 I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; u6 ~7 `9 z* }8 M5 K+ d. ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * @+ W+ `7 L2 \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; C% M4 e5 B8 D0 N% R: p& H
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 g% e6 h( V1 Q" OHow you tried to set them free,
8 I7 p: W* F- c2 ^5 vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, s8 t% V3 ]& a! U" B' SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! R+ f3 {9 K9 A, B' U. ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 X" H8 r% q( S. [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , _! @4 s3 A" x) p
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # ^2 }1 X' I4 X. P& f6 A } ?1 L: @
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
Q! k, k/ {0 hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / T$ s3 e* F" |2 ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 _5 }: }+ K2 V7 ^But I could have told you, Vincent, $ D6 e. v5 m! U/ d. _6 _& R( J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 H7 |- B5 X" V: M# P, M
/ j0 U- t8 T3 w% y' ?( A$ [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) H3 e; p$ V2 J4 R/ I! p( S1 ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 V S* s+ d+ ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 ~0 q* {8 L, E2 x' b3 _, `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 B2 \* ]1 Q- j. T9 U! ]& y( M) \$ v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 w8 b% e: }8 G) B) P+ _" C
How you suffered for you sanity,9 P5 G6 \) M; c5 k* F H% q8 H% {) P1 q
How you tried to set them free,
8 l4 ?) K2 z/ c4 @They would not listen they're not listening still, ) w2 i4 Z) F; ^/ q; w) ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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