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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 M, G5 L& ]" @6 z8 Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 R$ i7 m2 Z- k4 b6 d5 P- V3 JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 G9 t$ V0 S$ J4 H1 u3 W. y/ nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % b" J" @0 P# O# T6 M& h! g$ T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# D2 ^0 w, _( J4 |0 PHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 C1 v; y' g$ ]' E4 x" j6 r
How you tried to set them free,
5 L, I; g" p+ {* T. N" U! p% O8 bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ o. h0 G/ N. G- o: r5 U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- W0 L! L, g; b5 Q2 \" b( LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. _9 U" ]9 S( c: {' O" @. |4 G: o( OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 k$ ~' t0 F: [4 \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - U* Q6 }9 R& u- p' {# ^
8 ^6 c6 K& h) ~) L4 ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & B2 j+ {. P+ L, L3 k, u- o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 t3 j$ n# Y. ~- H
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + [1 A4 Y/ W. c' R1 Z
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 h- j# E2 ?" O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' O2 Q5 _" L% \3 {6 r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) P+ [5 k$ h" k U% y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / [7 A# }4 l8 m0 a4 X7 h' d+ y
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,
- Q; q! F6 }1 }: G, }) \How you suffered for you sanity,
9 m5 u3 l/ y9 K* BHow you tried to set them free, 2 n! [5 I2 S7 M2 ] ^1 x
They would not listen they're not listening still, + Y4 i* T5 r. Q+ Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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