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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! D' u2 w0 `2 t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 k, h# i3 o' x0 g" P m0 f$ {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 o6 m9 J2 C- h. I" O8 Z5 @* K! GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & v5 g8 ~3 X! D! L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, x3 G& X0 {, I6 d, f
How you suffered for you sanity, / l2 o! }5 d$ @$ F' h( j: k1 l
How you tried to set them free, 9 S/ s: b2 B1 y. `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 M: c- s5 S$ u& I+ j# D* u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - V8 j# | K* O3 l6 G# O& ?/ I5 P0 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ ]% X! L# ^% X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ B. n- B2 P3 ^( ^; I6 g& kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / Y! x* L# |0 [3 R5 o
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 J* l+ K" [8 L1 X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: G) j2 B7 b$ n2 ]4 ~You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* n$ ]% F& q wBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 v% M, g2 y. g+ uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , f. ` Z) O, V0 k
4 D T0 H) Z4 fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' ~4 \0 R' ]3 F- G T8 GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 I4 u1 x( i7 ^ B8 c& ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - a/ B" Q9 S$ h, z/ h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 k. B- r: v% ^& B
: F/ U8 m& G- [# ?* fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( C8 i2 w- k+ s4 A7 r5 c2 c
How you suffered for you sanity,* B/ C& V% V' \- }
How you tried to set them free,
8 b, a' F' @# J: J1 q e% WThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 S6 Q6 S: L) N; c. L- H
Perhaps they never will. |
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