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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 m# P( W- h% ? G& r) P; }/ }# gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ f1 M+ d+ s* V: tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" c. n$ x8 J+ q9 {0 n3 m. ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 |2 g+ }8 r( I6 s4 `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 g4 i6 Z4 r( {9 d* B
How you suffered for you sanity,
z4 Y9 n9 j0 J% B, c8 u% `; LHow you tried to set them free,
3 e6 ^1 _/ e: N( qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( c' ^% [, \* c+ Z4 w" YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 I* D6 z* X* {& E7 ~$ ~9 @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% v) Q7 g6 e$ X$ zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 I$ ?: L0 R. G* T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 X7 q* a! P2 e8 N8 h5 [' A9 a
1 y7 R* V5 ?+ a4 tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ m# s$ o/ Z7 b; X" M0 JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 s/ K. O! E# i }- R
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " i9 q' F0 w9 H2 U
But I could have told you, Vincent, V7 _5 f6 ?: S- |' ]2 h, B8 \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " u# \* E/ C. h( K* _$ i
$ u2 s) u `$ _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & A2 j0 k- q% @: ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ C7 ^4 x' L5 y2 A# _% [% w4 e- tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 c$ e9 {! j! @$ X, s0 ~0 N6 KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! Z& S' ?4 o4 C3 D9 |5 \
5 W4 M) K: D4 l" h8 c3 DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( V4 w. W! x' p# N3 H/ k' R; FHow you suffered for you sanity,, Y1 p, ~5 O" X8 k+ J6 H
How you tried to set them free, % v, E, n) p8 Y+ g( S! F, V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 N6 y# E* ~2 `2 fPerhaps they never will. |
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