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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + f- Q1 {7 e5 @( Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * Y& Q& Z- i: k$ m. }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, f, ]% }* |) x* e7 f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" z, i8 j6 K! {7 {( o3 BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: I0 W( f8 N: K' Q! z# Z
How you suffered for you sanity, # E3 Q% F/ F+ @$ ?/ A0 z9 m
How you tried to set them free, : s6 h. J3 x4 F) ?: A7 e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ k0 O0 |. O& H8 @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / t T. A! X6 _/ ? w$ k& k2 U1 Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 D" m' \- }8 G E) {/ z4 Y0 F. W, s$ m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * L7 }/ `# z! R7 u( y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # O$ m7 t* I7 B" r6 W3 P. v. g2 U1 `
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 @! s! \1 Z' f$ k, C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 ]; h4 k1 M9 K6 pYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 s ]. c3 z& P) Q6 h- S$ EBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 E0 _) D' \8 z u/ [9 S* G' tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 B# }& P/ d6 L2 z% q# o. S
* R" a8 d$ c# DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 \2 |2 `* Z3 g' ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " B5 A% O* Y$ s; ?! t+ b( R; Z6 m" I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 o# k* V: u3 p( fThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) G. z# D9 k0 x6 g8 `* M
8 N) v" A- P6 c9 gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; X- w: X0 M2 S0 D( C6 c
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 F. c, Y7 j1 dHow you tried to set them free, * M2 l% | a1 ?( d2 d
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 d% F1 b7 a7 D4 n" z1 T! ~ F- mPerhaps they never will. |
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