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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) h0 k: l0 _4 _7 q% x+ P; w' e9 m7 JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) Y: D" ~" y( |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," A! q1 V; ]& r5 U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 ]6 Q9 e5 }6 a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 L" Q- Y8 r$ d9 r4 @5 p
How you suffered for you sanity, - p$ I) t) e9 [2 i6 t9 ]! [
How you tried to set them free,
, I c0 g! `- m1 b+ YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " B/ u$ x5 R$ l% i. D2 J( N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 h1 t! [9 v$ d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 b, W9 o6 o' t/ y& GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) j t; Q( v# KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! E) _: y% j8 J6 S' \# [9 [
" {- b$ N. y0 d) G3 Y( sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* q$ O8 L% Q. ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% q& |" X$ T. |) O7 F0 k, BYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , K- @0 ^* r0 w; j: y7 b
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 S6 D$ k: V) `% YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % r% U+ Z6 ]3 B ], s. K
8 m- |4 k8 I8 ]3 h. i R6 j% iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 N' ?! X1 S2 LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 Q6 H5 Q0 H% g) r& R! R u( U/ X) K3 s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % T9 q) c& m6 _ b5 v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . l) C% u4 l* i+ a
1 j, T1 s* G! h% f( mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! a; ]8 y( Z" r& m- H4 R/ ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
" g! Q3 Z3 g6 u C( X1 s( w+ nHow you tried to set them free, 3 M" j1 @& v: X
They would not listen they're not listening still, * w1 H! c7 o1 e0 X
Perhaps they never will. |
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