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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 \. D( j; Z- S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & s0 T& m/ K$ B6 N C) Y t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- @# `9 f0 c4 \ U) L% `5 M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- A! E: n g7 \; ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' l$ a5 j( u5 f: {/ R1 L! W
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 b& j a; n( [% ?6 r8 [How you tried to set them free, 8 Z4 r% Q- K5 n- G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: K: @5 _4 b: p5 c+ o2 AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , }2 _$ K4 q7 \1 d3 ^( ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# m# O7 E- [7 pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 L2 T8 J% ]/ G) V% T$ dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 O) k- O. S3 a/ r _% K
) _5 ^1 P% y- ]7 ~9 s0 TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . k6 m: U8 W" V( p; r& |+ L, t6 F0 e. o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - x' u8 g g) n; U- g+ ?( s8 O& u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 x0 N9 B7 p" |# Q, s8 N6 jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( @! Q( i: h: n& y; dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 d* m: Y/ n/ D0 h
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 A7 s) y2 I' e6 q- s; b% |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * H$ o1 @# |3 G6 [1 M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ j8 ]! o; ^* \) M; [- D/ `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 K8 [& o2 ]8 l# q2 H
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" M/ f: Z0 f& R" Y2 i- `How you suffered for you sanity,
/ r2 u! M# E7 I9 H- {- w7 U: aHow you tried to set them free, % T2 X, Z5 M2 h" l" t1 Z p
They would not listen they're not listening still, - e) t, u4 ?8 G; c
Perhaps they never will. |
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