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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% n% `5 }6 k0 _, ~9 ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : I, L8 A' ]1 a8 g3 B% N/ i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; M1 l7 ^/ l; Z6 M; \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- ^2 z8 y; T( `9 O; K- H: yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 G3 ~7 c- q6 O& M! F
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 S p% c8 c; y0 {) J5 gHow you tried to set them free, . }* i9 |4 `& t* r. v' X) M& k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 K4 j `( N1 x( _. U0 e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : w5 s; m/ `- r( b6 D; V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ^* h) Y: L( ~# T2 }9 ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 x/ x7 A9 A K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . ~* N/ M; | B" S, [! e
9 B0 [4 s, ~2 q$ q sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 J/ F2 I8 ?3 V* s" s. iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! R9 I2 l' B* T2 ]: p7 GYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 k; E' N" Q4 ]7 U! D% y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 @' v9 Q/ S& q p6 SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # Y# G! \0 |% y' b% N" z$ x# f, d& E# T
5 }3 A: K+ V% X/ I$ hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 i3 o( o, J$ n& yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. n% z1 ]: S) s c, ?; I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) R' T- O" X0 oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 `% c3 L# @" [" l2 V
- N# S4 E, N2 c' j1 o6 hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, p0 i) e/ B' FHow you suffered for you sanity,
" ~; b8 {% w9 b l, S. j) Y7 o$ \How you tried to set them free, 7 P1 f% m8 u5 J- c
They would not listen they're not listening still, " r* l$ `0 `2 `% j
Perhaps they never will. |
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