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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" J7 a# i+ Z, PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, Z2 P; U8 r$ |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 t* [) S1 D& A" ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 k! w! [3 M/ }7 T6 U* Y3 \" aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 {0 a* N7 b8 q3 x6 q" S0 H b( }How you suffered for you sanity, ! |) @: I* ^) n9 p; w
How you tried to set them free, : {6 x4 V6 P) b9 j% o, J0 |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! l3 `, q( l ~1 T5 H' HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " t3 b/ t" G7 y+ M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, e2 D5 U! E# l% y+ e" c9 wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ e+ }/ u" V: O- t( UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 |: }9 `9 d* _/ P' ^, _" H
. m1 G/ }* P0 K" [+ oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 k' Y) S! u" i6 V* ]+ e* [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 q" A& D) E8 X9 \. A
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( V6 ]/ Y9 Z& }. G2 W; `6 xBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ q% p$ A8 l6 o2 @8 `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- T l# C% f. h: u( r! w- ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % c o- m' L/ Z3 C ]6 c8 h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * ?4 r3 t. F+ o( t+ H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" ^/ l% s. {) H& z, T- U5 H8 KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # M5 j2 z- V! S+ x( s5 m* R j, o
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , G: h0 V7 l% x6 D
How you suffered for you sanity,
! }9 w' d4 i; KHow you tried to set them free, 4 d2 M6 C( n$ L6 H o' h
They would not listen they're not listening still, % }* m0 k# y6 H. `
Perhaps they never will. |
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