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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 t9 [% i2 O: t% v# x* y6 S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 p; D8 m3 c0 @& [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, m0 _5 S- \; P: P% s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, @6 w5 k) i* `/ GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# ?7 U. ~4 W7 F( o5 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 C0 Y; S: X: wHow you tried to set them free, 3 D+ f% M$ _; d& A1 R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - r5 c8 ~) Z8 o& C4 d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 ?, o, N8 O% w) j% V- l! k3 k; USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. }% P0 \; i+ u& D' fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! }4 t6 L. i4 k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / f U3 X4 `! I* w0 @) a
5 y8 N8 B4 I# [$ \0 n* l+ L, kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 F, S; q j, c. D" _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 { b( L& _* vYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 z$ ?2 \) \7 c* R) r3 c% G- C
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 X& \' ^& U+ x3 q( _5 _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # n F# ~# ^/ [. M0 u
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / o. R$ Z. _" G& T t; O6 F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / x4 f, Q) \. F9 p6 o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ [: @+ J# o8 e! k# q' WThe 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,
& k0 H% \: ^6 {9 l! |. @6 z8 YHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 z& g3 V$ [4 x1 J( Y6 A6 w/ LHow you tried to set them free,
6 ~! m; T8 M7 d& B9 {6 kThey would not listen they're not listening still, : O- T8 L6 e7 P% l- m
Perhaps they never will. |
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