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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 D! i1 q* h; l2 l, \0 {3 K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; R+ \" k6 S8 j, k# SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; b+ _( q# ~- R; F5 `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 T7 z/ }3 q! \/ L, `; z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ U9 D. N5 d# S8 A D# j
How you suffered for you sanity,
: q& a2 o/ Y7 FHow you tried to set them free,
) x% F' i+ q4 ?$ n6 PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% w' `% Q' ?% x) c* [ H3 _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 I e+ K2 H- e# R2 A) ^* rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' v% P, [, p$ B* a. J. I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & j: g2 s) L; k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & \) B! N/ X& R( v
# ~7 D& w6 \$ a WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ u" K j" D9 }- HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * h" X0 q" ?+ y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 Q2 L6 e8 O# H6 e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 ^& n( w2 u pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, N0 t" b" W) e' F7 a, q5 PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; m* x. F+ [0 F+ s( X1 }9 K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' }6 l' } f! \# z) C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 I& S! F4 K5 J: X: Z: sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * `4 J: x, R0 Z& }
( l& v' N0 q5 TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & v- `" N, n" R+ D, T. j; ]7 z7 q
How you suffered for you sanity,% Q0 H4 j# O+ T% B& W; F
How you tried to set them free,
0 N# q, ~; l8 j/ u8 P* BThey would not listen they're not listening still, " e2 F M1 R7 M+ y' Q: v4 w
Perhaps they never will. |
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