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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # M7 ?. r/ ^8 y2 i! g5 Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- D9 Z- l& p( C0 iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ n0 F( _" l& a: d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 k; F7 E( c6 z' e% Z' K# `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 k3 ^' f3 J: }9 R) r: [$ B* A2 QHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 H( ~6 P F$ ]0 u7 x) xHow you tried to set them free, 4 @( E N% N" {; i& a$ \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- Q4 u- b6 O5 @2 E- oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: E( F! N) l H e2 g& m# F1 b# I6 pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; B6 v6 X H8 bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 K3 Z' G( e: | V7 f1 ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , C; f# S h* F; s, y; g" d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 d0 H7 Y& B X2 X, gYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( K: D2 c& m$ \# ^( ~
But I could have told you, Vincent, % F. j) s0 Q2 p$ o" f j" \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 B( {- p; z" t! M- n% e+ ]! J$ M
% v3 K: `- \9 x; wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; Y3 J, n8 J0 i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! n' h, V: H0 T, j' a! k, JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" L- ^, C r+ r. AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / D3 U5 o* ?: M8 `
, `8 S" M& z, V& n- ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; _* v @1 N$ B4 fHow you suffered for you sanity,' O8 C8 R% C+ ]" X+ J* K/ d
How you tried to set them free, " t+ o G L. `) ?
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 \) ~/ [2 W+ K" w# t$ ]Perhaps they never will. |
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