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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . Y% n5 l. y# S) A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; n" u2 l2 A5 v! C5 {' W C5 f- [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# n/ l, e2 x( `( ~% ?& zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 b/ R1 F5 O- z- A# F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 y% e3 c: t) b7 ]/ ^9 Z" rHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 ?) G9 G, p Y# A, jHow you tried to set them free,
5 I. y0 Q& v6 E! O) _+ P) dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % @$ U) A4 C4 o! V+ d5 G$ y) J }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 S/ C. q$ \7 ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; @* g& M1 }9 G! Z0 EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . s0 s# m9 I o* P6 u I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 s1 _& g) z& _8 J) @/ F7 |/ z( s+ UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, H; P/ V9 a3 y) G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 b; q$ E* [4 [! }* `3 h
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 S3 V( ?) O, a- WBut I could have told you, Vincent,
H8 `; P# U3 }! mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! X y0 U. n+ E: e9 X
. q4 y- k& y% l1 w/ Q* SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : [* v- ~7 h- Y: m' s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: C2 [6 ~9 ^1 Q: h4 X8 @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 E* }8 K, ?( G- sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & {$ ^: d8 _) K3 J& [+ S- q
% @- x* s7 L( i) G* U+ sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + e% f" G& Y3 c2 ~9 X% g
How you suffered for you sanity," D/ r1 w7 }& O9 Q! v2 B
How you tried to set them free, * o8 J. L2 Y }4 U) R$ ~. Y
They would not listen they're not listening still, & Q( U; n' \! B* a9 G8 V
Perhaps they never will. |
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