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6 T# Y' p% y2 c2 ?9 ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- W0 W# v, S( H, l( }; nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, q ~% G+ U- Y" f" X) F! s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& a6 J3 }& ?, \3 S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 K9 H, O$ v& O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, S/ Y( @0 h7 oHow you suffered for you sanity,
( @( B3 F0 ~1 N* ]( yHow you tried to set them free,
6 S' I9 c( e8 e* @3 S# OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 L: k, n3 a2 a( q6 C7 z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 Z& j7 i$ Z' C8 |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 ^, L7 K7 f8 b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 d1 y g* Y5 \; k$ v/ z; r
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,
, z' X1 U Q) l0 I( W% Z5 LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" N! F. N1 {* D4 \ g! gYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 _7 u+ Z4 k9 s* f+ l J; q4 V
But I could have told you, Vincent, % @- \; @ S& L j( F5 Y1 b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . A4 ~% h) ~9 w& R
9 _* V2 Q! \4 h7 D) V- x/ TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ b: c4 r( W$ ?2 H* D+ uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 c6 X& L/ l$ I3 t! c+ m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 F" b2 Z6 c9 q( N+ P2 YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! k, V; T: F! ^: w; o" T; j
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ z8 [7 g1 b3 Y/ U" NHow you suffered for you sanity,, @; I! R1 `/ l7 M w- X; @9 V
How you tried to set them free,
6 C' a9 O& g, X1 SThey would not listen they're not listening still, . V: S" [3 y, V1 p9 I. X
Perhaps they never will. |
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