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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , c0 ~4 w3 Q5 S/ W) `! ]9 G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , B& ?/ h1 p, p/ l% m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 f' K) {0 e: O/ ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
k* Y6 K# J s; R V X$ INow I understand what you tried to say to me,! Y3 J' @+ z- u' ~' `
How you suffered for you sanity, / p! i" ? T0 [: l
How you tried to set them free, 1 v+ k1 @& y# h# b! U% u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- X" a4 [, g5 L& c2 `5 xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! L# D. M0 P$ g( I/ r5 V b& P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 R# X$ x) W. v P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / b5 k7 ^5 @' |, B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. }1 |9 e0 w. o; H/ T# [! |5 w2 t
% K' @. R9 O3 P0 V5 pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 c6 t2 j$ S. `- s, P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % S& J5 D* z8 H4 n
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " [8 U7 b+ ?! f
But I could have told you, Vincent, . p" x4 S, H" m0 J+ i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 J( z; D5 s n( A- ^0 \
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 ~- e9 b! e3 {; U$ UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& J6 C$ e" G9 a% qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , K) {3 G% F& D" Y! w& k9 o6 L# N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - n9 n$ T% [" E
' |4 D" M0 N% h2 j* }+ LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 {. t$ c0 ^! e# I9 k
How you suffered for you sanity,9 I9 a0 j4 F7 x7 [" ~! B
How you tried to set them free,
( Y9 Y/ m5 f6 Y* n5 m* d7 e6 w1 G" Z* NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* B# k _; F w/ H2 T0 p# Q( BPerhaps they never will. |
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