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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 \3 Y# W4 U! h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: g- R# p9 j$ h2 \0 O# yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# n# G- e; a, c) X4 d4 h4 nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- r. o$ P9 `3 l ~. L1 K7 e. kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' ~: X) U# W# [How you suffered for you sanity, 6 ^1 W0 c) x+ F% e* _
How you tried to set them free, 4 s9 a) i, W4 s4 O) }$ e) m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - L6 W+ L2 C2 `+ J8 a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 v8 g' B7 f6 Z3 Z' d, l! i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 q1 E" m) H) o" mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / l' Y6 j7 A- r5 O2 J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! h7 E0 P3 l8 X" @
. ]5 j4 s% _4 {7 b% FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 W( _) v( U8 h) R( f5 e: E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 g3 r: C5 `4 O. C% A9 d) d1 @
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( M7 g* V N! ^) E; s v8 ]$ oBut I could have told you, Vincent, & @! i8 \" q! I. p# f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / p. M! @) W1 w: C9 F( U* a: ?% q4 R
4 j0 w( \) {+ W9 lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* b( o+ ^: J1 t) mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . o$ j( T9 @# k" W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, D" r r2 ~: i, _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 l) l* b4 f! G& t( }
' g1 c9 `0 w6 O$ [$ r# t. b; n3 j1 NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ K& P4 w: b/ n- G1 P8 }$ ~How you suffered for you sanity,! @+ {' w; a/ y2 Q$ F
How you tried to set them free, " r. L# C) v, ~* H8 I
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ ~3 T$ c7 M) Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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