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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 [, w8 g& I5 S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 I3 R+ ], r; h% B- H( U. MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 T" y$ v$ h$ o' X) d# i: j" DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, ^5 @; F1 s8 ~7 w8 f$ bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# n( ]1 \6 d f. i, v. C
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 h( \) ^" V/ e( c! Q( _$ p# I- p1 pHow you tried to set them free,
5 v5 q; U) d5 R" C' s3 Z& t* FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( W/ H8 E4 w6 zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 \- n$ d. }! l$ MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ ? [+ U! ~# M+ {5 K o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& U C! M% ]. }' m l7 h, V a zWeathered 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,
4 w1 N/ k4 Z" R2 y2 k" Y5 vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* Z; I- g( Q/ G2 q# m8 H/ T) BYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) A- e0 g- M1 BBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 k2 Y$ {( s) k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % U z7 ]# o5 `& I& s; }
5 V6 k8 x; ~" N3 f; CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * E$ h1 j$ }+ g+ E. C1 U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 E5 q5 H. `& n, y& S; q ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 c& X2 O- z- F3 u: M* u' fThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# G0 K" a2 ]% P: P" N, X4 ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ o, V: V4 L7 ~* L# H4 D$ ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ L0 X2 `( y8 K; o" CHow you tried to set them free, ) h4 @: k1 }; g( o
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 H8 @+ N5 c; S3 V2 U
Perhaps they never will. |
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