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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 E8 ^- I _6 R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 q9 F/ f( ?2 V% KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& q. m r* I( p( Z3 O( R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, z x! [$ a+ _2 \/ fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) N% Q; P) C. jHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ L5 k, K6 A( t* M; K5 ]. GHow you tried to set them free, 5 }+ n" r7 `4 U: I7 B' {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! T/ L/ s! w$ e2 r3 c/ kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 `$ |1 @7 |1 E1 G% ]0 ]! n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- S1 P4 ~0 B5 p+ y% eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 C) m) f' f/ q1 T. a% Y2 uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; E3 \! S- g B9 b: ^* s* [; N) i7 }
* {! j( s4 g# ]1 U2 ]4 iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ x$ {/ l- t R+ s, |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . j- L# {0 z8 u; u/ I* _; _
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' O0 Q; ~7 l; E5 S$ YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* i# s1 r0 \: i; S% x0 g; sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : J9 }! d! s! P* o8 w. C; s
( g* K8 t* ?% C( ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( M: r; \ D' O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, E' } D' C3 m+ dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* A8 O$ H# I* _+ e! nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 @% R5 u) l4 }, p( c: F% wHow you suffered for you sanity,
# B8 M: _4 O4 OHow you tried to set them free, 8 L& c' f! k- `. P& N( X' d9 n
They would not listen they're not listening still, D+ V, R. D, L
Perhaps they never will. |
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