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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 [5 D0 u, E! ? p v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) V) p' g4 h; m- q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! e. L3 ]8 l9 A. `5 R' K8 Q- vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) P# X# I8 R( WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ m, u, W9 L; g0 P& M( b; T( ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 q3 N( t4 y4 `/ I3 ?How you tried to set them free, & R ]. a! h7 h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 `) N0 e# p7 ?3 R9 [6 h# [' |/ p7 EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , V9 t0 t9 o! m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& e: w: i/ U9 J+ P+ e/ {! i: k$ l4 tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 j# R2 v& X$ WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , t6 J0 G" d; K4 ?0 N2 q, w
( f5 f# i, e3 c. s1 x" y' XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# X, H0 w$ M5 @& z; x. |/ Z0 uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 ~* }3 o1 W) O7 o- Q, s4 _% B$ eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& X3 b, _ w9 G7 s/ m$ I5 [But I could have told you, Vincent, $ Y3 G' r" K, Y0 O3 u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 F6 d# O/ E8 v* r$ O* f& i
+ d; W* R* ^/ @2 I n9 u4 L, MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ z5 ~$ `7 J0 Q O4 n" ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 l( ]+ z( I3 p2 p, `( D: x5 G0 LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 G! w: T# E. b' f' R# Y; _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 W( z4 f M* ^1 C; }* U' y
$ d) V/ ]! q4 _2 Y) {0 l/ e5 M+ INow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % A8 T! g8 A- N2 r6 [8 c5 g
How you suffered for you sanity,
: ?- h; U% V5 lHow you tried to set them free, # _+ d6 p# f1 P$ |9 k) A: H* t
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) \5 w% @5 d( y9 O
Perhaps they never will. |
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