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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # o" ]) l% L1 C, S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 E4 c' ^, r1 |" C5 M: UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 @ I# j- _* d d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / q: M. ~3 T1 I- X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," z2 k/ a2 K3 x
How you suffered for you sanity,
, s3 g, P' C2 b |" d1 U. mHow you tried to set them free, 9 J$ F5 o# Q; J. k9 P$ B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# g7 K b R( N. B( N% }8 ?# C) m9 `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 g3 C5 g# W; P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; T0 K) R/ c5 U+ K B4 GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 g) j! \" d$ G0 i% F4 S; \. v5 D; d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( l" n7 c3 o1 h' n" N$ C
! h! t3 {- h: U3 p+ jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 ^* {. u) m, W" D! k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 N8 U$ y$ L0 j5 hYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) ]7 D; |) r: s( A* J) ?% g/ c
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 i0 X+ [1 K) _4 t+ b, B$ `$ j q- D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 O, i9 m; V2 g7 `
- y; W z6 E' K- s" E0 HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! ]8 i! }/ J( N+ MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ R% |# c( K+ J8 N& r: Z9 c6 v( CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # z. s7 ? b+ u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , g) E( R3 a G4 u; ?% b. y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 ` V) S6 V2 J3 o( ?How you suffered for you sanity,
! H4 c+ n* V3 ^0 ^) L' ]3 {4 hHow you tried to set them free, 9 G" z- E' \3 q4 H6 b
They would not listen they're not listening still, & o; f! i" A6 e: t4 D
Perhaps they never will. |
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