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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , X1 ~% k2 \2 t# m' |2 ^7 v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 f& f- B K8 }$ A+ z& A9 TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) j7 H3 X1 b$ a+ z$ W" A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ o% g( X+ X/ p9 a9 j8 J* T9 _( eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# I6 q$ e% u, |- A
How you suffered for you sanity,
, X+ I# H0 m$ P( c S. rHow you tried to set them free, ( X* y/ j5 n) x; W1 |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ {1 _, o1 _3 O/ W5 wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' a5 k5 {, A. S2 XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . B; d) P4 ^9 a: l2 q8 ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , M5 ]" G( M* M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 ]* ~, P# J. g; Y& ^# Z- F7 B
2 n6 I* ^9 F) j" IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ v9 Q% P3 V- c8 eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + S, `2 \/ ]; `4 h* [ f4 }3 H
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 Q& t7 w" u6 `& f- CBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; @' F; V" Z. n* j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % D: T1 ?1 o5 {+ _7 ?
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & ?1 A1 q' \3 b% B4 x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
A" j/ M T2 T ?5 g( x2 D4 LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 ~7 E% H$ f7 i& U7 N( SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 \' V- S/ G$ L! R+ w, RHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 O: ?! L. X( K2 E) M; x! zHow you tried to set them free,
2 K+ s+ Y b. MThey would not listen they're not listening still, : w Z" X* p5 }/ T& @
Perhaps they never will. |
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