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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 D" H; P( o. c- ~5 F( D1 J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! Z! V) ?8 ~% |8 T |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ W) |7 e1 `! J4 J/ x4 x3 CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 A) ` ~6 A6 {) h1 d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
D& h. c2 Q6 F- i# l) L0 fHow you suffered for you sanity, # B# X. M! m: ~8 [ D
How you tried to set them free,
D0 {: \7 M mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 z' \/ i5 c) D( P( w, T& I" `1 p% KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 U) b5 c# h: E0 v& E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & K1 ]5 h9 f0 U& e6 Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 Q, o `2 |7 s1 WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, g6 m% A, R" xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 b4 a+ E" m. aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 }. L/ j2 s* n9 V0 d# Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 u' F6 O% V, }+ ?( G0 TBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( G! n, j) e9 J1 G% b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & h# E) [8 }9 g ^* m) J. U
( h9 \8 B D/ @- d5 W* `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 e6 _! q$ z; @- UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 Q# V) [* k- X( g3 XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 H; U8 Y& ]4 M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , W: v) `! H) ]# Z7 i/ C
+ g# R# C" U. k+ V1 u3 J+ VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . T' k" S. ~0 V* Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 N& \& A) I6 LHow you tried to set them free,
! S9 a0 R$ `1 L2 S, RThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! s/ t3 n# r& I: {( G$ k$ H
Perhaps they never will. |
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