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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : X: d0 D/ V8 `2 E8 s- _' z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % b1 |$ \; x; A" G' N) t; D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: ]+ j# F' O$ ]. @5 h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- _ |0 _: c$ \4 k) Y, ]; qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 D2 R& e0 B2 P& x/ f
How you suffered for you sanity, ) h0 I N ]2 D! U* u p( S
How you tried to set them free,
7 p( z }, y. X* a nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. [1 Q% s/ y, \/ V$ ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 v- t J% D2 |/ c% }% \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 Z: @+ _# ~- _' o" @9 Z! H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 X+ z- n0 _9 X& l3 c
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, ' q6 Y5 u- r2 A, D' r' w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 l) B0 i/ I3 b1 p4 j4 Q2 G1 ]$ zYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. `0 V8 G& |' QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 U, f$ m6 l8 e- {7 [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) r5 R1 i1 i9 O2 f% }
1 J* G* m/ J6 b& A3 F1 IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* Q- Y: }$ z) k% p D1 |9 q8 yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , h5 N3 y7 y. `! y. G- s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, q( O! _ Z3 G! N, W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 x5 h2 }6 y, z* f; {
5 Q8 z$ n1 u. b( p6 TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 Z- ]$ i8 m; X) p9 nHow you suffered for you sanity,
G9 l' M2 R- N3 H* CHow you tried to set them free, ! w. z+ g. f: C. f$ J* ]
They would not listen they're not listening still, + B, I1 I, j% R" W( s
Perhaps they never will. |
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