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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 D F0 L8 Q" N- _3 w: G0 l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, i2 n+ m8 }* cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 i$ s `& r1 R$ y4 h( y3 _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( E4 J) ]. |% y; ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* y2 f F C! x# H; ?How you suffered for you sanity,
* \; a& Z+ g, z- r% @How you tried to set them free, - B! W% W! X) `; u$ U: i/ b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ z+ n1 ^1 B7 q& }/ U- ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 i# z+ ?6 D( ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 Z- W, w; d! ?& T- ]& sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & Y. `: j V0 Z3 i4 b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 G. \2 \) L$ j+ Y, b8 }1 `6 i4 x
0 `8 j, m9 K6 fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 l+ q$ g% k) N' z2 L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! O) K, ^4 Z8 b& K8 f" ^- y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ c8 U0 a2 P6 T) C# sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 ~( d8 P2 M& U8 d5 m2 \8 R4 M+ RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : m! q' e+ `0 W: u6 a1 ~. p- ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % \" o0 m1 {8 s. f7 K* b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 F; ~( Q" \! h4 O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' A6 `" @; w5 K. t4 ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! S8 L$ Z+ z' O: s7 cHow you suffered for you sanity,
; l! u$ }. l+ F7 ~How you tried to set them free, 1 L: n9 ?3 ]' W( F
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 V5 T. [% }! W) _6 ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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