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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 W0 Y; J k2 i) u, P L; `5 p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 P3 R0 [6 B; A4 C- BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, T _ w: C' ^) _" ^$ q2 a+ fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. c. F0 V( ~. `& n9 x0 A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. ` Z- N1 s# W3 a \, R! _ MHow you suffered for you sanity, % u2 ?6 D: x. `! Y+ E
How you tried to set them free, 9 p# U+ @; j9 K7 K, k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 C, ^% n+ W1 BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) ?. z: `+ S" h0 `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 S/ w- F$ o+ Q* O D& v& LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 |% a& i% d5 V9 b( n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 E: j' s2 p3 M" SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) B* H9 y+ v- w7 MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 ~) U" K s! R/ j6 `* S- A
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ m3 i" I4 c; [! ^
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, U3 n& F8 Z9 r* B! |- [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( X: ] b! |* Q( ^. p
0 Z# t3 N* V* G+ ~" xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 u) s- j. _2 t; V/ q( ]3 y; XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 W3 k0 x) \, N3 X1 }1 d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 [, S9 n# W- n5 F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 n+ S: ~- U" f
( Z1 p: W M& F" DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% n) F3 D1 C) J; s9 kHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ E* q6 ?" d3 w: X( J- T+ K: C" v3 BHow you tried to set them free,
. X p5 L5 [) v l0 X- D {/ MThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 p5 E" Z5 T! _0 FPerhaps they never will. |
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