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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * B, _4 Q( h$ [7 l3 y! [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % H9 q% L- L1 }* G/ `/ F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, J( k! R& M4 v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & ?* ^0 u: C! ?9 K4 [2 h, a$ b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" F; O, Y& W( BHow you suffered for you sanity,
t9 [& @0 Q% z' fHow you tried to set them free,
5 b5 ^, z$ R, [# m3 n) K" {$ jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % A% T7 i% r* n" M5 @5 a* F. a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 ~! N/ P0 O) u6 d8 QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( L, }( |1 [& a( j9 ]/ l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; d+ h: [* a; ?( T# @" K& _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 i( `$ z! T+ r7 @) _* W& @
& E( F" _2 E/ L/ ?( n( ?) K8 ]3 {9 `For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 Q$ S0 i1 P! f# O7 |$ Q; ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* D K& d$ R v9 i4 ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 S! O5 O) u; }' f/ q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' h1 c5 B4 d% g0 {: sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / x& ?, R+ q m" K/ U8 N# G: W0 }
) k! V0 Z. M/ a3 lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% d( f2 Z( g! e! a' H1 k7 x) BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * z! e; V' {4 N3 ^. S/ b+ w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* h4 E/ P& J6 [* Q6 B# mThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . }7 j+ n$ [, Z; B0 u
# D/ P/ n& j3 ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ K4 b/ b% t- L2 DHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 ^3 U8 u! Z/ n9 N. f/ u3 IHow you tried to set them free,
7 E2 F% L# ]" G1 ], q) _They would not listen they're not listening still, : v6 e) x. @! T; z
Perhaps they never will. |
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