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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( h0 c) ?6 N: o1 w' NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 i/ n# ~. l ]5 u0 C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) `3 t4 z3 A# p" y5 ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) n; P' t9 g! @2 D3 G9 P; {8 p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 f3 x# x' P( c
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 ?/ _6 l# }8 B: y& ZHow you tried to set them free,
! `7 Q! g* f& U/ G# O5 O. p/ [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : g0 L# g+ g( F1 B8 c7 U7 G% u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 S7 |$ ?( N+ g% p7 nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
X E: a* b U" D# ` ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 n4 F& q1 \' W* o" l" T/ WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 Z# j7 S: _$ S- x5 f6 d
. e$ J0 H" [4 t, I5 V8 GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) }$ A% T1 j, PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ j: S7 a, L g& Z" e/ DYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) E* x: o( d9 M8 W& OBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 {. k$ I2 m9 F5 L: hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 y% w9 R7 n$ U( v! I* J; y7 sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; z* Z$ f5 _/ T! g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 p/ v0 u# y) t6 h! T f, kThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " Z/ G! x5 f9 c; [: ]& F
3 `( E" W7 e9 n. Z1 n4 N, T iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( j7 z5 S$ E0 O; I( Z* V! r gHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 C# M) X/ z1 eHow you tried to set them free, 8 I! m+ T) n2 p: H3 Y1 x8 D( y
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 O8 g o! X" J' h0 \
Perhaps they never will. |
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