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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 C- B8 i) x- Y6 E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 a" q. l$ i8 C @ A% Q% ?5 d w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ u, ]' {) |- R$ j j. xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( T/ [' V" c+ `# J% \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, C, ~9 y" c: I# v; b( M9 h- U
How you suffered for you sanity, " i9 m' m5 P4 q: O/ J
How you tried to set them free, 4 ~5 Q* n) F3 N' m% ], T3 E' [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( o0 h2 v. B5 u* [; m3 Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; y- e6 r+ P6 Y+ JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! P$ U6 [$ q* o7 u. L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - T# Z4 E& w! e5 ~: x! G' H% _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 j" X1 ^* |4 K, x8 Q |: d- dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; p- G. d. [1 @) y. B/ E. V3 h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 t5 f( `: g$ F3 C' E
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 H1 T! ~9 F$ t
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; O/ n! S& r' y+ P" m/ TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 Y3 G" m. a/ T/ G, e: p
@9 D! ]3 K& M7 qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 K( l' l0 l9 |! aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" ~9 N; j; Q$ v f* |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 I6 e3 ~2 Z' C: g
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,
2 w8 R1 e6 L) k. ?. l/ sHow you suffered for you sanity,& V, a0 _2 h' [
How you tried to set them free,
% L( s( x% A, f' h( q& S- E. QThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 p! s9 y# ]; I5 R& w: SPerhaps they never will. |
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