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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % A% I; i6 d I3 m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & g: _& q4 f' Y+ k2 `/ R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 O" @0 u' Q* u$ O; r: f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 `$ M7 f. B& Z- U3 K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 K0 T6 v; h3 i4 c9 `& H. ^9 S4 \How you suffered for you sanity, / D( a8 j* R1 u: l; z
How you tried to set them free,
' H8 w; e- l- x4 ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * e9 ]& w: g9 v/ N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - [! `; _6 z6 {! m1 k3 ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 X7 r: u2 Y$ k- ^" t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( M* M7 R* d, }7 |) o) u" |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * `2 [8 f9 B3 V% L/ S2 Y1 r& J
5 W+ H2 E8 h; i# }- W8 QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 O2 y# Y/ N% \& P ]* ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; [/ h: G6 o( h7 s" ]* c$ h
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) l7 ^) W: @. C" ?2 A0 mBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( T6 y: G/ U0 s8 m$ h `+ _# V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. D2 l! [( m g
' o7 O1 C$ Z2 ~2 V: B" h7 @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( E2 r5 X4 i+ o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( r* e4 G7 J. \1 ?2 B3 @; NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" [/ d8 u; K- W/ J9 i0 O3 @4 cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& f; `' s6 M$ c5 S9 d LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 G: M- @& i: I. D; k
How you suffered for you sanity,6 v* ~" `6 y) Y4 F% e0 ?
How you tried to set them free, * H2 d; g2 W" ^; W4 C0 S
They would not listen they're not listening still, : Z( B; C5 ~6 }# Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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