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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 T0 h) ?+ \! J0 O" _9 T5 E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * a2 H+ X' o/ [( E& P; {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, B6 p( ?4 m. X$ T2 H0 aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * ~3 o* _' n/ G1 ?/ S4 Z' {1 J9 q7 `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 b! S) w3 r( ^: f( ZHow you suffered for you sanity, " j- S4 b% F* c
How you tried to set them free, 3 P$ |$ U' T$ I% ~) Y- `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : t! h% F b, ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 _) v3 ~$ ~/ y0 _$ U2 MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & b0 a1 Y3 V0 ~/ h' a3 g: L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ s- u( @9 u/ G& ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 h" N. k8 K! e# S3 V
: ~7 g$ R4 h' [' s! i" z+ eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 E/ R( {( b% H L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 K6 v; w a, _+ h# d
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 M4 k$ X8 A1 z% s9 v
But I could have told you, Vincent, * O( w+ z& V X( \. M* |7 a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 Q: i8 c5 S4 k, U! I4 k0 G
% t. F- l7 f. w4 {* QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . h% d0 n. |) N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; p0 m- ~$ O+ a) D0 m6 |7 yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
`- P& p5 @) w6 b p MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' Z2 _4 d7 y9 u2 U4 E6 U+ RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
w- v. [% R: H+ V0 N; YHow you suffered for you sanity," v, u, x6 q* q5 a+ T6 i' R: ^* x" s
How you tried to set them free, " M+ o4 Z' {# L* n) c! r
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 |7 p+ r2 A& X& D5 r/ R
Perhaps they never will. |
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