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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 p9 P! q$ i8 E, N$ H/ D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, s9 X8 O% z6 }/ k" eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. Z- s2 ~8 e4 k5 [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' I2 |. ]! s- o- ]0 [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ {$ ^) d1 x6 S* g1 k) ~How you suffered for you sanity,
5 r3 C: ~" Z2 L: b5 ~0 R" i: o) \9 {How you tried to set them free,
5 [4 C2 w) `& {9 Z2 ?# i, YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 C* L. X$ a3 y) ]( _+ n5 Y8 mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , H3 ~3 a6 f% \" T3 W1 ^6 V! i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 g/ |5 a9 Y4 _0 V2 m- [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; _; \, F1 d. x7 S( v: a0 H- Z8 p
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 y1 `: ^. w2 s4 {3 G7 m
1 }3 W6 D' m3 K9 U+ uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, P% K; m2 o6 C8 r! `- UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 k" q0 G) _! w& Z2 iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . M/ D2 i* l4 f ?! D+ m
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! C1 r2 J; l, u- z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: B0 [& ]6 s3 _- v. }- ]! yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" P/ u% f: Z( ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # v* D- f# y6 M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . r7 t: Y4 E. d. a% Z$ \3 {
I% F" z: _( ]2 _* ~! U5 L: nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 q1 J$ b9 l% c! N* x; m9 k
How you suffered for you sanity,$ `& S* z6 e+ Z( E( h% N. C5 r
How you tried to set them free,
1 \5 q* K R! u% @' n# W$ t Q9 nThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 j4 W) O: Z3 X6 y
Perhaps they never will. |
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