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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! g! t0 \5 K+ XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; @+ A E& b) W1 T- tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 n" I! Z# ?: D$ P; kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 k4 E: z" @" Q9 K# ~' \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 A) b: E, ]1 o* [
How you suffered for you sanity, ( w6 G( S' W+ J) o3 _9 H5 y
How you tried to set them free, / o- _; m9 Y! F( b! b: J1 s% n) ~% ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 l6 V }# u# R- E8 N3 m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* `8 }% U* @8 k+ YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : }) l. V! U; ?5 F" _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" q. c5 _0 Q, M4 G# `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & A: s0 U2 A- J4 p2 C0 N$ J
$ @2 ?2 n+ B1 _' e+ tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 L0 l7 Q0 f. y1 J6 c- q+ ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 A/ c! U; p% d+ J! h" { aYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( Z7 }$ l4 ^; D. X9 ^. d0 d/ ~4 H( N
But I could have told you, Vincent, % M$ v, L* X1 }2 T3 R9 g7 [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 ?" k' V& s1 v {# N. _
* U, p8 z( B* p, AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , i" j1 o5 q5 p+ n, Z) w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 a, Y% z+ b2 \4 uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. ` Q5 X! M5 \ B2 ^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,
3 T+ `0 m6 a G$ r4 ^7 }" p' d4 i0 s3 DHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ Q1 U+ K5 w1 e H% K- XHow you tried to set them free, c2 k; c$ j2 C5 R: b
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( y7 U! S; E+ f1 N2 _3 z
Perhaps they never will. |
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