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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 w1 {4 y! q9 E) l+ q9 T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : o- N1 q: \/ O; |+ o D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
G9 c; ~ ?( I5 fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
L g* l4 R: Y7 D* k3 o/ u4 l% fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ {" v+ { K, ~- U- e9 b
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 a, K( t; G$ G, f" ]* ^+ ~& |# hHow you tried to set them free,
$ D) L0 g8 H2 bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 o! [: p9 J% h! T+ UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 p* s7 J" Q* Z, X7 m. T4 l( s+ R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ `2 d6 q$ v+ t: s" G# v5 a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 L1 \8 t1 l" o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " H% r- i k% }6 U% i) n# \% V& \
. R7 u& e0 b9 T; C0 j2 E$ hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ B" i4 P/ j0 ~# _- \1 }7 pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 K; q6 {0 |5 B* h) t- ^) nYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) {+ F ]5 V$ CBut I could have told you, Vincent, - T' {3 o! j, }% ]- S& g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 z% h4 J2 L9 s( u: }
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " s) G! t& ^9 ~( A4 f# D# k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - k. Y7 s% }0 V# B" l; m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 P- j! p7 q) {- pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. w$ v$ @6 J) w* L J7 h. i
+ d4 U! D1 ^, xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ C% y) [+ K. `
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 T1 c1 U+ W5 _6 @% l0 AHow you tried to set them free,
+ W9 F- C* v1 R% IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 F P5 C9 q% @% X; ^Perhaps they never will. |
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