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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : r7 P+ O9 `# U1 q: S' z, ?) x4 f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 P7 s% \1 Q; q7 C8 M# EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ j$ }* v7 G. [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * z2 J& L2 r ~5 s% O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 E9 s: d5 ]1 X# MHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 R% s% ^7 _% G6 r! h6 e
How you tried to set them free, 7 d. d' u4 e8 L, u! K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 u( u$ d5 _$ f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 s0 D( ]. @ |7 u2 u: tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 h( g' H7 M8 Y2 ]. }9 R# uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- \1 y1 c0 G0 O2 T2 N/ C# _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " ^" f5 U9 ^5 E& J
1 l- E7 b0 ?. {5 J, qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ f- s. b, @( E8 I+ FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 @' k4 a; [$ v: H4 A, m: M
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) }( u) i" [+ }- {+ s4 s0 yBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% L) n/ Y2 W, L$ x( U5 @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / p; E, w3 J0 v) Y. ?. `" O, p+ x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 z7 F: N5 y. Y) B1 H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; m, v3 s7 g8 d: u. yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 X( d/ U0 R. N5 v9 FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 }5 E; Q( y8 UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) e/ o% S. v. f4 ^' i( {& i
How you suffered for you sanity,1 \( ?, U$ b9 U- }! P' d$ r2 y7 N
How you tried to set them free, " h( U, V# b) m
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 y% e3 b, B: I! u* W
Perhaps they never will. |
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