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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - d. e" Y& [2 Z% w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 O, h8 D* ?5 y2 S o& x6 M7 v jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 O* V: w' a4 W$ d( K' KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 O7 N) ~$ R3 R5 |" w3 a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 |+ S% ~* R/ ]' ]! R, nHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 C3 r! o( Y z8 A/ W
How you tried to set them free,
) H, z, d3 z0 X" c5 j$ X7 cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: t' K) f' Q O/ E* B. B4 z5 V: pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. F3 s' `1 n1 l+ J9 d2 tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; g3 Y _) m& a# z) z( M/ ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 C* H9 G& O& U& Q; `) U* v9 W! JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) U$ d6 ^5 P: Z/ U( `: [) S% O2 a
$ r- S, _3 H2 `For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : W# n& W' h9 ?8 p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ ]) d7 {0 X2 }( S, }* C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 e4 \; V) }! m5 Q, k2 WBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, |. v# w" a4 \' D4 LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . T% e' }9 x9 u4 J5 u- Q
7 C) @* Y5 _' B; N% jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, C) f( O/ m, W! V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) N% |4 @" }9 _6 O* w3 h2 {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 W4 z9 t" R, H" n& L+ u7 {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! L6 B0 |3 p: C/ n1 h
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * G' W' A* E- M9 W9 ?, H
How you suffered for you sanity,' l9 |1 T( v( E9 K e+ U9 L) a
How you tried to set them free,
: W5 {" \- B9 G! r- I/ _They would not listen they're not listening still, ) V2 W+ [/ _& W1 v3 g0 a
Perhaps they never will. |
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