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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; {5 Q b/ l) T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # Y" Z# S8 `% v$ S# p2 J+ u+ a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 Q2 T0 t7 S+ r4 [& x, w+ e% R" k* wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 `7 H1 |9 B4 ?. }: f4 Q7 \; O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: K( s5 B) f! ~7 F- R: aHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ p$ R* }* t! k/ j2 K! GHow you tried to set them free, * |9 ?# g9 v( P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 [/ _5 L4 A. v$ o2 @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / O/ }1 {0 ?9 G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: |3 y" V& P+ b% c7 H9 |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
o2 ~% o& y/ K" l# f6 YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 t- m( b1 X: A4 C5 v! D% h
$ z" L |, S! O# o6 VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ w8 y: E, X; p% N+ {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* S+ _- d% ~4 t' R* h# D; l1 lYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % d3 a6 ^5 l6 ] h7 C0 {
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% R, m0 c- U) K6 c: rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ l1 _( U B1 m0 L, E: I8 P+ y
" [0 f3 u5 s- P* w' C6 ~' _5 M& FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 y) F0 o* b& q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . `5 i( F3 r8 x5 }8 N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. B/ f- x* l% L! E! A: {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / L* O! O N+ H$ [$ o/ v+ I
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% R3 I1 r- [" m* |$ n9 @' y$ p$ H x. kHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 a5 V9 P& o, I" f rHow you tried to set them free, + `' N. _# V' f) r3 i5 }% Q9 H+ P
They would not listen they're not listening still, . b) u2 r; L; @& {' S% c- e" h
Perhaps they never will. |
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