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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # M& k) Y9 M* w. z" v- O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" f. X& n# M. K6 mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ q, _. E- g& F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : x' T' h$ T# Y" @, d0 E) ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 Q/ n4 l4 t2 b2 t: Q$ n
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 a5 g/ [# s8 b) d& X7 L/ Z, F2 MHow you tried to set them free,
" n6 n* V8 |5 ]. I5 M1 LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 s9 l3 ]: f, tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! w7 K3 T d4 a9 f+ X6 Q/ p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% {: }6 m( V0 r/ h4 h0 uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 x& g8 y5 r7 t+ R1 p
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # O8 b& U# o6 |* |% B) Q0 v
$ c0 w) X! E4 K0 }2 R5 S3 ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 ]+ Z s! c5 Q7 J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - X c% l$ k2 r1 k2 D3 Z m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ g) ] d' G z- x( r' ?& t8 ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
" ^! E2 ?" q X% V, nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 z) x4 z/ U5 f* b' i
9 L6 F7 l' T. m, BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # V. m$ E+ q+ c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / P5 j0 R. I9 x3 r9 B/ }6 i- e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' b1 N. [4 i( L2 X6 r8 [9 Q9 S5 s! a/ _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( ~8 u; l! a1 x4 {1 l! m
How you suffered for you sanity,
& I1 {: ~1 n. c' o3 e* YHow you tried to set them free, ! h4 a. A4 w$ J' [6 ~. [: D* C( K
They would not listen they're not listening still, " l+ |+ v) l5 }# K* a" _6 }) u' ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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