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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 z+ j; t. y8 V7 m/ }5 WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 i9 R$ J. k# h5 |' X( e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 \0 B4 `- z4 R3 j1 KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! l T# [+ I" z$ M$ M6 e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* S1 e9 p" ]. N: i& Q0 I g
How you suffered for you sanity, * O2 U3 }$ \ r% p' l/ G
How you tried to set them free, 0 v/ v! Q" A1 l' y" z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; {; }2 v0 w/ J9 k. h. n' A4 MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) i* v/ a# C# A% u# ~2 ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 [# r/ f# k7 Z$ o2 lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 f% i& V: d/ D9 @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * K1 u) X7 a% k) |+ {6 K
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 b& o0 v: q- e: ^% ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ E6 B1 _" i) fYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* A0 [- \" S# J3 k" ?But I could have told you, Vincent, * f F4 O2 C, `2 r, Y- U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" {* C% D$ f! G4 H# `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ Q( H" K' s. Q- I! b2 I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. n5 v0 D: A- EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 ?5 i3 q) h( f
9 X$ p) {# c' MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 l; F' p7 x; S ~How you suffered for you sanity,
6 b/ o$ K" T' ~: E. a) rHow you tried to set them free, . Y) J3 V* _* y- s
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( p( O2 E( l4 d
Perhaps they never will. |
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