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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 ~4 y- Q) K( a- R+ r. Z3 M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* A- m: ~7 }+ @! H8 o2 F( |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 k+ ?1 q: I/ z1 B) XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) t2 l& n4 k5 L+ N3 E- @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: o4 u- L! P4 Y: X/ t9 Y) N
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 x8 [ h# m. N6 v6 }How you tried to set them free,
4 ]/ R+ L0 M3 V8 {; M/ K7 `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " ^: M! D" E+ _2 M$ @" ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 t) @6 ~* x3 Q; h& TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 E" l, l# }- @- F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! D: k% o1 n% L( D* [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 S& k* C* [! T1 h
. a. I6 C% Y0 }0 m3 OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! S$ r- D9 z. s2 X) L4 L6 E6 i+ IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ T6 q5 T& a/ i2 l P. Y GYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 W: y' }5 p/ b/ q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% `, A2 l% `+ j4 h0 nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* c; K# d5 {. @& TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, P: Y7 i; V% f, G7 i8 PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + B2 X2 ?7 R& |/ f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 J+ \5 E4 [/ ~! W$ E! z) Q& H
The 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, % `; w1 c* u* `; j8 @
How you suffered for you sanity,& I N9 ^8 `8 S; ^8 k" Q6 x$ ~
How you tried to set them free, ; d. q) t9 u8 Y" Q! J
They would not listen they're not listening still, . F& b0 \8 C; z) b
Perhaps they never will. |
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