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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 F" g0 t& d: k) ~9 M# j3 ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 r5 m+ G/ X2 ?. |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- `; N2 z1 g) {7 ?" A' ^5 @1 M0 W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- k6 s% x# O, c; P. r3 j9 DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" T; P- Y1 {6 f4 DHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 y2 k; \1 n; }4 N& p
How you tried to set them free, 6 j6 _+ m+ o" g$ T4 O" n! S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! P: q, Y: ~- ]; i: Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; ?3 `- V, W" w: P0 z" x+ u9 ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: ?" Z+ z8 X% l0 d- M* JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , X+ R! t/ z* \5 u' d; [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , d& m( S& s1 @: o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* N9 ?/ _' {! ]6 HYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: c1 |; r2 e% C) c3 T4 CBut I could have told you, Vincent, * f$ h3 n2 Q) I! @; [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 [: s5 t3 x9 Z; ~2 A9 A, [
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
}: q! Z# i- H# _. ?, fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 R& W# a- u$ ^! v9 }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , K: k: Y" H9 w) }& T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . M- }8 s4 N( \
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; [$ |! x& i9 ^( }4 O6 I/ t: c% eHow you suffered for you sanity,
) t1 `% S+ P1 E5 j/ XHow you tried to set them free, 1 K" w1 F6 Z0 i: Q/ t! C8 Z$ N
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 g, O5 X" k% K" v5 U
Perhaps they never will. |
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