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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 R, B/ q0 Z' O- K" ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# c' h. d* Y" ^0 K: mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
y2 m7 E' [9 yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& ~$ W7 y( t9 F TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 u, g7 G4 I, h0 a9 T6 Y5 p6 G: G; Z
How you suffered for you sanity, , f2 d3 N/ B8 @" K
How you tried to set them free,
' T/ ^( I/ b8 V' w; |+ z5 E6 M) HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! A' ~% T# v3 h$ l, @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 g9 Q4 W1 W- O1 q& [4 S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" p5 o5 D) }* n7 ~ \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 f! G+ R' z# _: o, ^. r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " b8 [# W* ] t' R) o
5 { e; S/ Y7 C. `" {; jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 D1 R( O# }) M2 q# {& fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % k [" \$ r5 d. q( T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # T4 U6 E4 p/ J& a; b$ D. }
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 }+ x5 ?! J$ z; O$ e1 a" pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + y1 Y4 E, h: `
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 c' u0 q9 S- ?; J$ N9 eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: `& Y# O7 V! vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ Q/ B+ o' k( {0 Z9 t$ r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' J) w% ^1 o/ y5 y
; z& Y: n' U9 b9 ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ p3 I& @4 g' p/ d
How you suffered for you sanity,5 c! h9 k) Q" \, B' x
How you tried to set them free,
( W* _3 M& e& m& @1 j! C+ V% I7 E7 SThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' O/ s, S" B y: T! W$ q
Perhaps they never will. |
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