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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 M/ \6 T' N6 |- _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& t% k- }. |9 Y' ]) M$ m1 a" mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ S% o+ s3 {7 _ o% C- K; ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 `" m6 `+ Z* S& c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 y( v5 H4 G+ j2 I- A; ?0 p3 u- R2 fHow you suffered for you sanity,
& l, {3 Q$ [. y. I" \" bHow you tried to set them free,
& ]+ `. n! ^: ?6 z- _" `5 vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ ]' g, G. x' u8 Q3 E* v" R( XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ V @$ c8 E0 k7 p' a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 F' h n+ }5 g7 @1 A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : y4 x/ i2 a8 V) C/ {
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 ?# a9 e5 S; Z( H/ ?! h0 P& M
& v( Y% Z) b/ G/ }2 KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! _9 a6 b2 @! F ^4 U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 C, K* w: K8 w3 ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 l7 a* D; u! n& p4 T; W% q9 ZBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 j4 M L& {2 a, L8 @' k B! IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) R) o& |2 G* A3 ?" x$ J
9 y# O. C, T, M' R8 NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# |6 c: \6 {, l9 Y$ g4 _; MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& y0 C. N' X* o3 fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * @4 X5 B0 @* D( B3 l) g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 J: [ K* W1 E0 K' @
* e+ y3 H5 `/ }$ K+ x6 F1 XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ ?, w V9 ?" J- g4 X3 | QHow you suffered for you sanity,
( N( \* [0 A/ Y* oHow you tried to set them free,
/ b! d/ i% I J' c- K i" N! b6 @They would not listen they're not listening still,
J. C! J; K4 hPerhaps they never will. |
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