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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, D5 q$ k. J {8 z( H. ?" x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
~( U* l" m2 ?. @* DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& L" v" b3 g2 M7 e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - R& P" T" ]7 N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; K: \- k6 y6 c) _6 `- ^9 H
How you suffered for you sanity, / X/ R* Z+ I8 D/ x, X8 t
How you tried to set them free, 4 k, H1 E5 r, _. {, x" U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 i Z( k0 O( \2 x9 @7 Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 A5 V- q' ]% ]7 r4 {. B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' y) S2 u. i: q/ ^+ k: h" OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 S0 A6 O: p: i5 X& d; X$ |3 W8 T8 o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ q d) }; c7 T1 U: x( O( u
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 {' t4 k6 K/ k) g- S1 F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 T+ _ o# f! J/ j$ {# S6 }
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& H& @$ f4 M% Q' E4 {6 UBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. z# A+ f2 ^! }" l/ }/ _9 CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' g! f* g4 w- ~9 K! Z
' V% _8 P- u4 {6 S! QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; h1 k/ K+ j+ H4 e: M, I1 RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 v. h# G7 N7 [- \' D' _/ g5 @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( }+ M a. |4 `, M( FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 ~0 w6 A% t- e
( N; B$ z0 Z# |$ f6 U+ f( WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 j5 X6 y8 m( k5 K
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 ~4 n# F4 a, ~% }& Z, ~5 UHow you tried to set them free, 1 E. c0 {. ~! h5 u6 F4 J: v
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! m# q/ g' N9 k6 ]* vPerhaps they never will. |
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