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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # }. K" i9 I/ F: \6 f9 V$ a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: i$ }. Y) x: I8 K1 kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) l6 w* d* L, c6 e+ YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 u' Q* C; g. n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 [ y8 v! ^" z4 U$ L9 p) _
How you suffered for you sanity, " ?* g* V4 m( v! h" C9 K
How you tried to set them free,
: t+ D5 W1 r6 y. w2 ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; {) e' K- O4 Q! v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 B* S1 d5 Y& _3 _8 FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & v3 w4 k; X8 X" f+ U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( v. o2 Z2 j% K) _) K1 S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - |1 u& Q5 r! u, [, G
5 Z. A* s$ g: B- B% X" xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . H$ g U8 t( i9 f2 Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 |% j8 `9 E6 G7 l: `" d& `
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 A% I+ o" H" ]2 z0 O2 p
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' @/ ~! G& z4 Q; B* O# c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! j( `8 ?" j# G+ Q# n' ]/ @- j
: O" B* A- ]- r2 Z& T" M7 F9 u+ oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 W3 F$ j/ w% `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . z: }/ u9 E$ y. v2 E) Q: C5 G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! ^: f8 E" p! s: X TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' m! g# i1 _+ ~, _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- P: ?3 m; F6 I( d9 l% G. {How you suffered for you sanity,
! w; x U: G$ F FHow you tried to set them free,
4 J8 v# l/ z& L ^* l" I1 s! ?" }They would not listen they're not listening still,
, j: {% c2 C, {$ a- [Perhaps they never will. |
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