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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! f' J* Y9 o( z3 A# z6 |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: C. O) _1 `! A6 EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 J7 i/ k5 U' w, @ C9 NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) n$ v& b% j6 WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 l& m' d6 G, T
How you suffered for you sanity, ! Q/ G6 Y' N) y: L
How you tried to set them free,
( U( g, \& h, ?* |4 \$ k. KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " n' V) G r5 ]# c* o7 e% _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / r! H8 E% T- P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
l% \/ {% R, TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 V; K! I" u0 |) XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 M3 f9 [7 c, sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 a5 B4 ?8 n1 E, o3 d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) ?9 ]( V$ F. D7 ^$ ^; A, I/ h
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ e/ ]" J* Z0 i5 F+ L# N, `But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 _5 C: X% L ?+ C( E- T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ j2 y w$ O4 I- @. e7 l8 E1 |5 a
( k+ @, w+ e4 C8 {) r6 ]! KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! [2 J4 B" m0 X5 FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 P- k, q7 ]/ d9 ^& [/ [! [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & z5 l1 } k+ l D B5 |: q/ Z, J7 f
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,
; [* |9 C1 D% M& B! cHow you suffered for you sanity,! D- a9 l5 G& N. y: T5 C
How you tried to set them free, J1 D' }/ M' Q5 Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: j5 B/ u9 B2 J( B B6 v" U8 ~, OPerhaps they never will. |
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