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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / q/ F' P+ J- G2 r. `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; z# m! c* z$ F& HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. k. i) m8 m4 N, g4 ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , l/ q4 @% A( I) n' {& n1 `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- `. ?. R9 e- F# X3 a% VHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ H5 ?/ ^! d. S) }; F oHow you tried to set them free, 1 o& Y. r& b% v( ?6 t9 D$ _5 K. j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / J: ~1 }, V" M0 [4 u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; S! }+ g0 a' Q, z$ iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 ?7 v7 p' e$ \! P8 b" H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 c' T! y/ I# p0 w- g( fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# g! C/ U/ c2 `) z; \! YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 Y- p, P' v2 x' U4 w2 @! z: pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 @" z4 P/ k" T1 h) w0 c- W2 b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : d- t' ?% Z% g) v
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 }$ i, d+ G# k2 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : N+ [% T8 O8 i" A
s( k8 W9 n% R6 m% HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% |0 W& p0 @% H* o0 e, \* bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + K2 D1 m' X" {8 ~0 a% O7 j8 L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 ^4 q) E& }, l/ }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 a1 O; X: S: Q, Y) |2 g
( Q) {) Y% [4 ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; ^: I* F9 v8 U9 h- x, E3 J3 kHow you suffered for you sanity,) [: q ~, n; X' l6 B3 l) T
How you tried to set them free, , A* C7 g* S' P$ o
They would not listen they're not listening still, , f- t; {4 ~4 Q+ w- ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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