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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 D! w) Q [! {3 W d9 R3 @, M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; e- W. f4 X; f* E1 l! J: ?0 Q' m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' ` p# ]+ }* _2 ]' ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! r6 Z3 H3 b& Q# S" t" |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
M( W4 R, Z/ N" | j9 i2 s9 ~# UHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 M, F* s0 D5 b0 L. L. y
How you tried to set them free,
% X# h) V( ?/ p7 D+ V; z) F! U7 V% S& BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% m- V* z6 v0 j1 YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) r+ Y8 s5 w9 |; Z a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 C: ?6 \: a+ |6 m; D$ u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( C/ K* K( }+ O5 u, `; S$ N. n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ v9 s& g/ D: W: y1 X6 U4 F0 D( B
& }3 Y5 A/ c/ c+ b$ ?" U0 eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 ^% ?6 w9 E" y) D( _! ^. TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 g& W# ?9 B/ [& O3 \- y# X% V
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 O2 g" u8 y. Y' ZBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. C' r2 x/ O) X ^) }0 e7 IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - \1 h ~& F" R4 n
9 E( n5 d* Q- G3 rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 z: C/ e1 |) t4 N1 d8 N5 R) gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" P, R( m( ?' o3 ~. YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , T% l( [4 I* Y+ q7 ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! O% N) E# s$ B' I. c$ n! BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% x' w _% W0 r: YHow you suffered for you sanity,6 [& R, R# c- y9 D0 F& m7 I, `3 C d
How you tried to set them free, 1 U! p. W0 i# N
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; K/ E5 w& F8 j# K, s) O
Perhaps they never will. |
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