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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 |. c, M2 q& b$ J3 DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 J/ ~) |8 C* n; z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! h- a- y5 M- h; C$ B6 WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 ~) m* {4 X! W; _1 L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ y0 f8 i& Y2 e' PHow you suffered for you sanity, $ p( F, D5 C' d) P8 H& ?$ ?
How you tried to set them free, : E2 P( P7 A/ S# T2 c) b, Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 w; d, `5 T4 k* M- ?+ bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; r9 t8 m# o( L$ D, M2 ~( o; J+ o9 e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" l7 H* g& A9 T q* Y, K1 AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % H, z) ~6 ?! B; c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) o- D/ _. q% H' Y; o/ F: c
) I; ]' E1 l; y; `# VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 u% H# j1 E: U6 J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 B6 V% k2 O1 T1 ]! K, a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ F. c% y9 }" U, ]: `But I could have told you, Vincent, + y$ L- _9 L% v5 x$ i, p( ]& d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / Z! R" \2 D) o
& d$ ?1 K% ~1 e1 X1 Y, QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 U# l/ e6 b4 v2 s( |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 I I1 C2 a% e, V$ i9 \0 b0 w" m+ J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 R; ?/ `6 K5 w4 e/ b3 L1 ]7 \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( q2 L2 \. P J+ o: P3 ^0 f9 x) G! a7 e
* T7 y+ U9 L5 D3 ]# S) D+ r" ^- a" bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 W$ P5 X0 k! g/ dHow you suffered for you sanity,
" l3 i% G: C+ U% r! k! ZHow you tried to set them free,
; b3 D7 v) {- D2 _8 q3 L& t7 rThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ y5 G, G" s8 G. gPerhaps they never will. |
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