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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 b, T: n! \& y% y6 Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! l, O& i0 m3 w* s( |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, L& P9 }5 C1 B u7 tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 q6 |0 O6 k: p+ R. ?. ~9 o" uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; K6 x: d0 h' F1 c! W5 S
How you suffered for you sanity,
# d l7 q! }' Z! AHow you tried to set them free, 8 s% X: o& j- B* y& ~% i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 ]2 |5 c7 P) ~/ r# g& }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& a3 S% X4 ?2 b/ d w% p4 }9 }! {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / `. H z5 }* k+ v1 t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 z4 v, Q1 v1 k! H5 h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! w7 v- J7 X3 U. ?
. {9 }( \& v. @8 J" a, \/ N1 eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; F- a l6 v/ Y6 c8 \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 e, Y. X+ ?* _- r VYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " B" ~( c/ l. ]7 i: e, v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 @9 C% ?! L$ j" X6 p4 PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 w O7 u. s( y' D- _
, d' p* Z+ i6 Z: m$ r7 x! p9 `! oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 p5 K8 [8 _1 b5 t5 L5 X' u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " g+ i$ u1 L W# r# [. r8 X$ m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 b% Z* P7 F7 ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% L" Z1 D5 A, rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 _& S) C( f( i1 ?# f
How you suffered for you sanity,
* P( u/ {+ L; {$ n7 t8 V; N6 EHow you tried to set them free,
- Z4 M7 z# e+ ^! E! bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% `# j+ u0 g4 j. W: s* rPerhaps they never will. |
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