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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 B2 S7 s% U- K( ^$ |& r. c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 j. w' h" s: x9 F: B7 t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 A! K+ _$ P0 L0 [; w, s e' }$ a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# P, r+ q Q; VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% h2 O$ T7 n' v$ J3 qHow you suffered for you sanity,
# ^7 N4 H9 V+ ]. w& A7 |5 i. ZHow you tried to set them free, / b) ~" K3 R' D6 p; V% h2 Y2 E4 c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 |* B/ P1 X- p/ }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 F( W( W e. s2 c% T3 s( G- a* d: m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + _# Q/ m* i; S3 Z7 L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ f1 j0 s' ?# E6 t0 nWeathered 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,
, {$ j1 t* H) M9 a! O" P$ I4 KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! q4 k& @) Q4 ?" e- N
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 |+ o: Z6 s0 s3 z: \& F5 ~, RBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" O( ^% B3 [! i7 x5 R. qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 ^; U. c$ |4 d6 L
9 ?$ u# K/ _' `# kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 ^3 B7 h4 m, J |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' u7 F5 a" v6 G) P& F- |" l3 ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 q d% H8 t+ t% AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 w: K7 x9 f, [2 Q6 Q4 C+ K
6 o7 w6 i! ?" c6 YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ w: g1 Y% G7 l6 T9 U+ d0 U
How you suffered for you sanity,3 J o G) L$ s% d
How you tried to set them free,
) \/ w+ z, ?( @$ W: M6 R; f5 ?They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ I7 E0 D# u# f8 @( L$ LPerhaps they never will. |
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