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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* `& k# H! P( aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + e' M0 b- G) L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 @0 Z' p4 k4 {$ hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' M' [0 z$ }5 I( c& ^ a( iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 F* @1 l% ]/ Y9 ~: f, B: ~How you suffered for you sanity, , C |+ @- o3 n/ I$ t
How you tried to set them free,
: m' @7 h8 y' uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : X8 E* Z2 O9 f k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 D/ `$ U9 u1 {* ?+ \! K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 l; x& V) z- o! QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 P- ]+ ^/ K6 s' Y! t2 F( w6 U9 n1 a4 }" hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 b9 y( |; V+ w. b
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# C+ o- ~' n$ g6 s" SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 h7 K* k6 O% ]4 h
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : i+ r& p! \9 R; U( A# c2 h
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 d8 b2 E2 n t; g( n$ a& H+ c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " [! ?2 a0 l' Y* ?
A* T' L* F5 O4 HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: y! \- B9 w! J2 zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 _& |- r% ]5 v: p$ m8 m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 \* O! \3 o, d( w2 x9 n2 L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 a/ D0 z2 C& s3 c: y$ R; W& v. x
( V/ x# ^/ X7 M _& y/ ^+ PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 N% Q) E j- x- u0 S
How you suffered for you sanity,& r6 W0 p7 A0 e
How you tried to set them free,
/ z4 ?) t4 h% O5 d; J9 ~: \$ M* tThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 d" N3 j, i9 q* F, R$ r
Perhaps they never will. |
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