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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! U4 L+ r2 J3 }5 ?- ~, F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + M0 W0 h/ B$ Z1 g2 p+ _, Z8 q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 p @0 C, p' X* A0 C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ }/ n: {; w1 `4 ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) t. F# m: h* H% ^6 D1 _+ y6 e0 U+ oHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 c! p9 w% O* I# t, ~" z. SHow you tried to set them free, - h3 a! q' ?) R6 ^/ N/ q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 w7 y3 g6 ]# y' L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. I& M5 i+ H' y# h3 mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & m# b7 x5 m* b& ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 ^. |3 @5 k( i) B/ w& ~ d, \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & K/ `; K7 U( k6 a# [) R
/ c( k4 @# x9 n! [For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: ]5 m& h4 J+ k' f% A! P6 J Y' QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * ^& J4 I$ E; y3 o9 x( c
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " I' I1 R5 n$ E
But I could have told you, Vincent, * ~# h' e- |7 r& q' Q, S; @. Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' O j4 _( t# b
# W& h9 A) D, y/ IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) i3 _3 a. Y1 A4 r& p, R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" q4 M1 Y# n* _9 u- Y* Y* RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 M6 K% ^, G% ~. F: Y. l% m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: i$ B x. G5 J1 {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 L: k9 R+ _3 j7 m! V1 LHow you suffered for you sanity,
( \8 X, o- s, u' p0 {How you tried to set them free, : m( W" q) w( ?! ` @: `. H# C
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 q' r; h8 M* P2 w
Perhaps they never will. |
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