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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 M2 O6 Q! t- G, M2 T0 i, ?4 b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& S1 j; S# D |1 {( L6 I7 O1 V- TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: C. v! s' A( t% h; HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 \. w! Z# Z* s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ H# [, G! Y! s9 `( o
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ m0 R7 v9 Z! ]0 k8 O: v$ ?How you tried to set them free, ! H* N: ?. X9 m6 T; m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 R# l# R( ?2 h3 _# b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ Y" X& K1 M8 S! h3 D& B- Y+ ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - \& k& \$ m* C4 D: T' M9 v( A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( G, t9 O) M% P3 L) nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & |: O, n {& M \) Y" w; F1 E, @
, l+ n; m* U2 ?% RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 T# G) z9 Z5 e1 T) M8 kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 Z% U4 R0 Y6 ?+ k/ \# {
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 U! m' b* L# z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 o5 `! ] u& Y* C, X4 GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 J8 v! D6 V; z |, Y
5 i' W. ?# w' V' O: V6 SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 A2 G' |. }9 h9 `- |/ e; Y/ X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 n1 v8 m% ]; k( j, a# A; S+ m; NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ k/ E8 y2 L+ X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 v, j X9 i' p; A: J, S
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 C/ ~1 Z$ f4 K7 ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ M% c: X* I( z& VHow you tried to set them free, g& ^5 Y7 D, c$ r3 [- f1 h
They would not listen they're not listening still, & i/ o1 ~* P) ^2 f) o" ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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