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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 R* q2 {2 m# i, m# y% l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& W0 R, T$ @: }4 g1 i* m$ ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 W" K" J" g Y ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 A" `; }$ C6 u" Q! gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& p2 ~/ t, L! W6 ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
! `% i/ L+ F0 \! h, a: pHow you tried to set them free,
4 a" l: @! B- ~2 o& Q2 s) @0 d' Y ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. T/ \1 K0 B6 d; @) A5 y3 @% U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ `* k9 R* m: }# v% X' O" I DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* C( F- E1 J2 v' W7 u$ yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' t: J: g# I6 M- P+ p* N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' L3 A6 H. ~/ W3 @
5 ^4 T6 X" o- A. X3 f2 v4 z% nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # j( q9 \2 L# T' k/ _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' y% d. H3 @: V# G2 OYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* [% r2 M1 |; ~/ ~$ Z! fBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 N, T) P/ m/ I, E; q3 D! L) mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " d( Z. G1 p4 K$ k
2 ~" Z( h/ A: {) g# M# }/ {. SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 z7 b/ k5 W" p5 d/ UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 K7 `8 r% ^. G7 A7 r3 e n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 D% w0 P' t6 D) @2 K# |" Y4 Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " G. |6 M- {0 R* `+ }/ Q; D1 F
" n9 K2 D4 }% Z" O& }1 \6 qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* r, A" Z A$ k9 m& G% \How you suffered for you sanity,7 @, }8 n. d; W& |. w
How you tried to set them free,
- G( z/ t, P0 S& D5 fThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 c) A9 n8 g2 ^& ^" ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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