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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / V; [3 h9 c- R, X8 R! R0 T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( |; A- t4 U6 \- t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, Z1 n! c/ N9 h- h5 N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% K( ~6 E3 _% F4 S9 {8 ]9 ^7 I" u" cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! {$ l; F$ x$ J% z2 ~; z( SHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 K, j; q# \2 l; [7 C5 i9 RHow you tried to set them free, ! {1 Q# U- D$ Y; X$ _. Z. d( Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 X7 U) R) a. x* U6 vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 j( Y, q: u8 }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, D4 M; ~! J/ a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 q I, C0 z; \ V, ]6 k# s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 C, z% B; N# Z- `
6 t' R( h. L5 x+ t. S5 `; j1 wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ R# Y4 Z; J ?/ m# wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " |2 [6 K2 A( J) e7 Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : z3 ]% H6 N: R7 @
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 ]/ t) a) Y1 t3 N2 K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : G' H( i' S! Y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' Q/ g7 C: u; Y- A! B/ n4 T( \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ T# S$ q/ q& M0 c0 [. VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ O! } n& b8 h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: x7 c" o6 K* G; m) dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 H& Z0 L0 M( k2 t' c: iHow you suffered for you sanity,
) L5 \0 B2 Y( w7 _( }, GHow you tried to set them free,
6 ], E# W+ ^" X4 n8 G9 k0 QThey would not listen they're not listening still, : A; T9 v V: t, k/ k1 n9 C$ u
Perhaps they never will. |
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