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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : f- [/ D4 z- Z! S! M6 f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
u; y: x) _2 C' ?; A. sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 m$ m6 V* Z# V5 }) ]$ _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% y0 E; u/ H8 h6 U" G. uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% q3 R3 F+ B7 Z* X* [0 K
How you suffered for you sanity, $ Z( ^& o/ [- o. D, x
How you tried to set them free, : [9 b3 U L' A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " I' e/ P7 }. _' k( S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( s* |- _3 i2 a# [4 K) `( q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ g8 T0 O' W4 c/ N0 Y" J% J5 JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
a2 U6 R% [' G/ M, ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 K5 K1 _* s: R9 e( u
: j7 S, b, M6 }# |, i7 VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * Q# G+ K( {; A( r) Z. v+ N% m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: p9 s' j4 m; ?$ n3 h% n* _You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 `& a: \+ ]* W7 @$ w1 F; q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 T/ K, D) x$ D$ @ q; j4 @1 Y/ gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " E7 X# g2 h: t3 q
% R* m) s4 I' {, ?- PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : G# ?/ [6 f6 ~2 S9 g& D. N- s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : t @# E6 e! p% o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # C9 ]" ^! e% w4 ~ g7 L' u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & f' g* u4 N; T4 N$ n
2 u7 X9 ]% T+ XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / k& z% K# b7 ?" V6 n
How you suffered for you sanity,7 _. [( p. K" g6 P, |8 l
How you tried to set them free,
8 z3 p' j& ~0 T# Y% j: zThey would not listen they're not listening still, / K& f# G/ A# W2 \
Perhaps they never will. |
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