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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & o. t' I. O% `. j' A( |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" T) _3 r% u; y4 s, A9 s5 \0 _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- j% L' }# ~! \# a* @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; ~: a1 O1 D( N1 A3 }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% j n, J/ B) ?- V( h3 x3 a
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 X3 { H" `/ A- f& q
How you tried to set them free, " h! j2 v+ ^3 D4 L+ S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- S; f1 y# `1 e6 g0 MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 h6 A$ E" T3 t( t2 g6 T: I1 |9 Y! WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 ^ _3 U' Y( j+ ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ D% p/ R3 \ N4 J! |
Weathered 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, ) m d, D7 \3 G9 _6 Y# [2 m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * ~: X, G6 J+ p5 ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 \9 ~( l; ` h, y% }4 W
But I could have told you, Vincent, , j5 I& z# z# H+ A8 j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 B6 s4 @! ?, r9 E! p- a4 [7 ^$ yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( a4 \; L; B6 O8 u# W3 l$ X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 ^% j: I0 o8 D3 O* y. ^3 EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % X4 F, Z& Q3 Q
! v# \$ J; N/ y# [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- o. k9 T/ ]! Y8 x$ i, Z, PHow you suffered for you sanity,
! y% L( D$ d( J) y8 K1 _How you tried to set them free,
* i* \: Q! B5 d5 vThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 o9 m" p/ `3 E, Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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