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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # j4 S' v8 U4 W B& P- N$ l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + Y) f3 a6 I U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 C6 i: z: Y1 {. u) d1 c" F; F9 yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ Y1 d6 b' N( a0 l9 k4 b1 SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- _- ~$ J+ t* J6 o' s( sHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 t7 x7 v; A* f8 M) x
How you tried to set them free, / o0 I4 `3 k5 Z" j2 m8 A% ^3 ?/ @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 _4 v9 e( ~$ k$ lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
U( Y7 \3 b9 v FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 _9 f* ]$ Z5 ?, VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) k1 k# u. |1 w% l# A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , f$ @' {8 A9 ~: l; x* U
- }+ Q/ a! a5 ]- J+ @+ oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - @8 n2 {8 i, ~! ^) A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ S* d# Q: [ @# o6 \/ Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " k3 T1 g" r: G, N1 W* D) z7 ^
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# {5 U$ K$ K) EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 g D8 o/ R% w7 h7 D
8 V1 O* ^3 K$ UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, S) Z9 {* y6 ~6 M! G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' s3 z7 I1 O' U( P2 vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) m9 M" Z' n _4 _& @, d6 V: uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' t1 a% @/ K4 {
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ x: u4 M% p9 l5 A5 U+ f. FHow you suffered for you sanity,9 H+ y$ p- ]1 F$ T) |. @" |
How you tried to set them free,
8 d8 u9 G, V1 wThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) F! ^2 g+ }: N5 A- ^8 g; B: C3 H& t
Perhaps they never will. |
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