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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % `$ [" w- y" o2 {+ c2 Z8 j" e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ W% V: |" a+ ^2 k2 xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# Q, f) p: U: z# S3 V sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; K$ x! ^7 i6 z$ ^2 `" wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% M+ ~% s, h1 W
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ g: N! i( O# k5 L; c; |1 IHow you tried to set them free,
6 O8 W5 j& r& h1 z4 k& pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + J/ x- C# ]# `: m3 [/ U' M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' x+ Q z: U: ?0 E! Q4 [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; w$ r1 _! K4 z7 s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 I& o5 C/ H4 Y4 r& b$ Q2 R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. Z2 @/ D9 _1 r
" b* _% W0 n* \8 d5 h% I( B; tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 B9 T& V1 P {/ I2 XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ t% |: f0 Q& N9 S" x( G5 vYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* ?5 u& T L# e+ z- {- w. m+ w cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, K" D3 c! R! @+ R( C. y _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; x V/ `# i p& D
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& s- H# \7 X% s" FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : `3 s l \7 d9 d( I7 u' `* r) `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; N" w- O- ?* ~8 e/ e6 N6 K6 }. B" @- r. CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . ?+ Q! H, _" ~/ D9 `# j4 U# d6 K
7 I7 D- c& e1 zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# q, G% z- d# {- ?4 W2 o* y5 A5 U/ Y; WHow you suffered for you sanity,: q! ~. ]) ]8 i3 C3 F$ I
How you tried to set them free,
" w: k8 n$ @' S" s& D* _They would not listen they're not listening still, - l8 l" ~. z2 b5 I: d
Perhaps they never will. |
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