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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, k' z9 p3 w% r9 ~& b1 S, C; P% l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; O" j B% X& ]1 i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 s4 O. O9 H0 D% }: L/ k" P% w. dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 [% b( V& B: c& O& y; wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 a7 ?2 U9 R1 m# C
How you suffered for you sanity, / l2 \7 ]4 ]6 y; l' C
How you tried to set them free,
: k* a; a) L: K1 A# kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- L+ K: A4 v4 J6 W* v+ K3 _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: Z- z, z! Q& U. sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! a( q, r, _4 _$ z5 J. iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, a% N: P7 t1 ] P$ MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / ~3 L) w1 e+ j+ i2 q5 a6 l
3 m$ I- p+ ~; U( X. C8 x# CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & e8 C; i- g% i/ {$ B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 ] f, X" ]' Y( Y! l) i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * U* z9 s$ a& O7 F- i) }* a9 J
But I could have told you, Vincent, # ]2 Q7 h9 G3 l9 k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( G' b9 |6 [4 o* S5 ?* Z9 i
: r0 E2 a$ d+ M9 u2 H$ {" y e# JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 G M6 }! N5 v8 [$ c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 J: Q$ Y: ^+ C+ I! P( Y5 }1 @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' I% q! ?/ ]9 Y, e$ t5 N) _ N
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, " G( Q# H$ v- [& u
How you suffered for you sanity,
) g$ o- _6 C$ z& V. OHow you tried to set them free, 6 i& c) s$ ^6 m* C
They would not listen they're not listening still, - D0 }! s, f* z5 M7 ~! I
Perhaps they never will. |
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