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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! k E2 R4 m3 d# y1 |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! P5 N- B7 Y! p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 k9 K. G+ t+ k; VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + @/ w8 {* C$ x' ~5 P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& x$ x' ~3 _' `" l) N- @2 Z+ r
How you suffered for you sanity,
. V6 y) F3 q( N# c: W' EHow you tried to set them free,
5 K0 [3 G! b& ?6 R9 ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. v* @) A- D# `' v) J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 i) e- x1 Z' R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + n+ A/ v( ]3 s' Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 s8 Y) l! U) r* x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + F, s9 J8 K# P7 |4 f2 J
0 T4 D7 Y! y) cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! z7 @6 V+ \6 Z( j! ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, \/ n( X) E3 Q0 ^$ cYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 e/ u( y3 x+ m* u# q8 K& p3 v: R; uBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 k9 y X( G. W1 o, f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * M' T: @/ A8 {0 i+ g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# h: X' C8 m2 s' F* q3 W+ NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. d, a0 T, `+ y5 NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: x% }" R" C9 P; ~7 L, @6 oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % G- A6 z4 ~& Z( a& }8 M! D
5 N5 k6 t( _1 Z: s1 |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# v3 G. Q5 c, P. I( _How you suffered for you sanity,
9 Y* X$ ]" p4 s& hHow you tried to set them free,
# H6 Q$ e" W- Z( @0 Q' nThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 o5 L0 _6 C& G4 g4 R, ]; l
Perhaps they never will. |
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