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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 H9 {5 L- |$ }1 ~, {: l" nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 `0 C, _8 p. i1 M+ X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 C. [4 e& p# w7 I; L6 V2 b6 _$ XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % R$ w( O; M: f9 ~% u. ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% W) l7 N0 J, i5 A* I
How you suffered for you sanity, - d/ C4 D% v) P/ S
How you tried to set them free,
7 H. I- d; u2 M! E( W: FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 [( V) g' _% U6 }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& |6 u1 U: y9 x' e2 Z( ]& k" SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' P' X* Q/ N, C/ V B8 }+ K4 _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 u0 G5 \; \' Z) S8 y$ LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # r6 ]& m) Q7 R! K! d
* N& S' U8 U. e9 i: B/ \For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 a6 t4 g2 n# r# \2 \8 S" iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # L0 l {: V D7 j) r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % R% C* t) H# z" d( k
But I could have told you, Vincent, + p% U" R' _' O/ R8 R1 S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 ~% X. {, ]. I) ^" M" i* T
# r$ q7 {" r6 i# |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! q' }0 |/ c" _) v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 ~/ r1 T2 s" |* w" p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . v4 {4 F4 n& c. b) N+ |% X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , x' Y( m# x; X
How you suffered for you sanity,% r/ U7 p5 g0 a: H. W
How you tried to set them free, : s: `) z4 m' \
They would not listen they're not listening still, : o$ Y, j3 J6 r1 ^* w1 I* G
Perhaps they never will. |
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