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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 X3 n' S/ `5 ]" X: s, m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! ?) o" a) h& b( ~( M+ QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ L+ q" @( z, B% O6 D* mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 x8 w: {/ C- f/ r$ n; \8 K' j# Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 L& _* A# c) H$ ^How you suffered for you sanity,
w) w4 q0 n5 \6 |7 ~8 q0 HHow you tried to set them free, 5 v- k- a# u& y$ Z, {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! o) _, f6 i; W: `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # v+ o& ?7 L0 { s) U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " ^! t9 Z0 |# p2 \% H% E) y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 s4 H, l/ ]6 c# B0 ^! NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # b& Q& |+ r5 ?8 L$ p
/ t/ F) {2 k2 e& h6 c* B/ BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 ^4 X2 x: ]7 n' Q! U8 S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; H! L9 O' { [ ~* }* wYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
`8 N6 c9 X- v' y/ h9 ~But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 `' t. f5 k7 ?& {2 W Z: @ r5 b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * |; P# c% x, W* p! K2 }. ]" R
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, S& c' a) ]! f( MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % P+ i# q' f! @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ X* H3 o0 n. k+ Z# s
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,
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How you tried to set them free, ! Z' a: n% e9 q% P n
They would not listen they're not listening still, " Y7 s5 r( z w/ {. T& B1 j T
Perhaps they never will. |
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