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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 F r8 O1 ]* I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 R6 t {8 N, G: kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, \' F! @3 x) y- ]/ q& o1 n+ [4 iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& p3 e+ P5 U1 jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( O% X* w& y' _: b+ V t! \* D
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 J3 F. i5 s9 C4 D& d7 Z" s
How you tried to set them free,
8 O. j1 V8 g( \( I7 ]) x7 M# UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. H$ I2 f3 u. ]1 Y# d& Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' i! i: I1 y0 I2 `! U- \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; o* [* G @3 i9 Q9 r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & Z1 z" D1 S$ G" F$ X0 n% Q; h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 e6 r1 g& S$ G) \+ t# e6 N0 _
* P5 ]" `1 R) s4 f" jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & f; ]0 V/ G* I* w# j% ]: U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ N% [4 l7 ^2 h9 A9 z% e
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / h. o8 R4 V7 O# _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 @! }1 A& `. ]+ eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 n! T. C7 O( S l
( X" f# u% L: mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + K6 |& s4 ^" E2 P% X# e: \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; k1 }5 p/ Q5 X5 D2 iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % I8 g7 x- F5 |& h, c7 F5 m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% u9 x9 ]. x' J6 X$ u! d8 GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 b! N' S7 c6 K6 Y, s" ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
- o5 u5 h: }9 w, C) ~0 D2 jHow you tried to set them free,
( L7 v, H4 N! ?0 H8 l$ t3 s/ AThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; ^( D- w5 z) J# m' H& \3 G8 v; I8 }1 Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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