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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + F! j+ e$ g! h' V1 u6 T8 {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 {2 ~% o1 [- AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," Q" O2 c4 Y# w; C5 w1 z4 D/ [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; H$ g, A- \6 L5 Y) I" Y1 z, d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, }) n8 b' b; f
How you suffered for you sanity,
, P; O2 A( {' V4 a3 CHow you tried to set them free, 9 ~# L% S! X8 [+ j E+ y7 P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; H% V2 n; H/ R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' d& e) L/ L' @6 q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# E1 p; B" @8 n' M3 A/ w: oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / r" R- z$ E4 l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / q0 X/ _2 u ^" S( Z
9 d0 h9 }) H5 u5 y nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) @8 P8 ~3 A& k5 Z3 O* ~: B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, N$ H! r, d0 a, l
You took your life as lovers ofter do, }. P) _/ L" f, L& B
But I could have told you, Vincent,
e( P. ~1 Z4 S5 w/ l0 c4 ^' F' i& \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% A& ~: e9 [& F- x- VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ ]' ?$ Z8 W6 Y8 N& ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + ]# L, ^1 ]5 A( U; m- `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 Y$ y1 u) J- y2 c& ~8 |# ~9 A# n+ X+ t
$ I7 P+ u9 t9 t) w/ F7 }6 [8 PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' X6 E9 g" v t* g- K- s: XHow you suffered for you sanity,
. J% R- B- l1 L8 sHow you tried to set them free,
, ~4 n: @0 s8 ]$ `& d2 _7 SThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, g6 o6 _( H: A: b* e" G+ aPerhaps they never will. |
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