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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: R* q7 e$ D* ^" f# R5 i% Z" S6 A" GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 S+ G6 i& Q5 _* y' D: b/ @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, h6 ]$ M9 Y& N$ ~( bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& Y) T4 B: E, V7 L2 b( L+ yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ D h( K, c8 Y6 YHow you suffered for you sanity, - x5 Q7 |$ J3 L0 q* A; ]
How you tried to set them free,
# g6 @; N. ^6 O) V: PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 M2 Q4 I: ] g" b) |6 A/ h! }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 q) ~ @8 b v! v3 ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! `% F8 E, e; r0 ~% b `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) \* J2 J+ ?, a) X! YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # a$ B, z. w, q8 m
. d! J* Z6 o, o" f2 TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 Y# d7 ]7 y$ R6 q& _6 ?, p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' Q: W5 X n6 A/ g3 ?You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* O1 u9 r0 Q% Q1 xBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: r" x/ x) S3 E! x9 CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( s! A- P4 T! G3 |7 K( W/ Z! n
. r: [" i+ N1 h( GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ]9 p$ k0 ?7 w" ~1 C8 h- a3 |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- ]$ k3 |- q6 f3 e8 zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 K; K! I c! V/ E' r6 N# P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : P! O1 x( l3 O# l0 h; Y: g
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# b* F I2 N, B: [How you suffered for you sanity,
4 r. W' D( K6 n. R" y. n0 n! ?How you tried to set them free, . O, P3 x! F2 [. U! P- Z2 @
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 b6 W: s# q" a# {
Perhaps they never will. |
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