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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 ~+ W" c( O0 w9 HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 z; ?% m D) g7 U9 T0 lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: C4 J5 ~0 n4 j& }- G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & E$ {0 G& U* G3 ?" q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) @$ B0 L* b- Z" K3 |
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 E* `% [ r0 E% x: LHow you tried to set them free,
1 g( l" o( b) S: T: gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ I. n9 ]# i9 g% t! X/ P1 {8 @$ d! EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . o; F, _5 E0 h) G) p: c2 a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" K2 ?: e% ?" c3 HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + }4 p- o/ k% ~+ a# f1 ?. h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! C7 }2 C8 b* Q/ h4 e/ C
$ T- R j0 Q- E0 f) D d: n' hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, t. d* `" G7 u* z& x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) N+ f6 C' [. |1 W" ]$ b2 _
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " G3 J5 K' o- ^( f3 j
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# X& ]+ L0 a2 c( V" T) KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 i, [( T$ L! _7 n. d& U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 I* W' d2 _7 D3 L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - A; y* W3 _$ P5 T1 i+ C. x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. m) p" X) e3 ]& i+ h4 _
" j! f' Q6 e* N" c& fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 {- d6 T! g0 I1 G' p7 ]* wHow you suffered for you sanity,) v' o6 Q) e2 }: m1 t c8 l
How you tried to set them free, 5 x, Q0 V0 X% u6 m9 [
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ T8 G: G0 w$ T# E t; i, dPerhaps they never will. |
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