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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * H+ C4 w/ L% i8 n9 C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 X% g/ u K! G2 B3 C' D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 `4 m1 ?/ }7 T- i ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 R' w: q, p' `# C+ K$ z3 C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- z% {6 k/ }6 a& ]' THow you suffered for you sanity,
8 P; s' [, [8 q' `( I5 `How you tried to set them free, * E2 T: d8 }/ c4 N; r% l" v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 n8 k# D+ t- }& Y5 @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " T5 K8 C" G5 k1 S" l& s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. n/ K' v1 b; x$ ]0 f wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" p v8 b2 N x9 p5 j- UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' I! B: _* Z$ F: I4 H9 w% b: @
$ k/ M ?* n% F/ }For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # d5 ]* q8 A$ H1 r/ @+ z% I' v- A0 I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, N/ S) k+ Q* V6 i. ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 s& S. H8 v! ~- z$ n
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 c" ?- T# M- q) ^% g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- z5 i8 f1 _) t0 y9 h' Q1 GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- A0 m& ?: f, f4 m( B5 O4 r3 ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 ]; l% U% t! b: @6 d3 ?0 Z% m: b( N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 k0 e ^ e4 @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + c8 D8 D+ N5 o0 v" S9 E q& m
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 m1 X; X6 f+ r3 U( N& C. M
How you suffered for you sanity,
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They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 k( }5 R( l# i9 ]. F4 n- d6 }$ w
Perhaps they never will. |
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