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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - j" }1 P7 C0 [) Y. y( q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , P* @2 W5 a1 m1 Z. g2 n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 _, y: V2 ^5 iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 c" x8 f# \) d; o# qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
( T: g' S' K- o8 d; {2 q4 \# qHow you suffered for you sanity,
* N( d/ p; J% p o1 l8 M( i( \* i6 yHow you tried to set them free,
8 E4 |# o; C. p6 j+ f/ P, DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& b/ U' Q8 W( R: O; V8 J6 TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * \+ H4 h! y U/ Z; o# {( {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & W0 A& F8 @! p; j% h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + P* O/ m7 l& h! t* ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' b" m9 b7 b. Q1 U6 p# n
2 w2 y9 s* V# ]* n7 uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' y, b# @$ O7 c$ \! m9 M; A- \; z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 \6 p8 y) u! s; K4 K, xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' d W4 P9 W0 z" a9 ^But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 e% Q. M" H0 J5 J1 _! t1 ^8 P/ Q* W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 G6 \$ n! Q/ F7 s( ]2 F6 t$ Q" Q
8 D1 \% |- G& A Y; K( YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # ]3 o. s& a+ s7 X% E2 A1 }, ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' d: n- s {2 n4 G! G$ X, S- k6 _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : l$ R, ~- S% I. K; I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 Y u M( D# n; j7 {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 c3 N; ~1 E2 F6 u& c- [8 v/ wHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 p1 L) A' i8 T" e& `; V, MHow you tried to set them free,
9 u: D: j7 h) n" r% _They would not listen they're not listening still,
% o* d2 n, `! {Perhaps they never will. |
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