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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % F; k' Z; z' s5 n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 K" Y: `0 W" W" X8 i4 {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 Q: R3 q1 ?. d l. f; i E; H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 d& {2 z- e$ _6 F( M& z- o; w# Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% y$ R- f2 r G+ E% C
How you suffered for you sanity,
- U1 `5 E- D( V5 v5 cHow you tried to set them free, |4 z y _$ r+ e, X+ d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; C$ g9 i7 m$ d1 Y& z( U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 l c/ d9 W; `% ]' m! F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- r% c+ t7 t A+ j/ n$ k. kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - R* d8 _' [1 u5 Y: n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 j5 v- H2 A9 B3 s& p' A/ t4 d
0 f6 D. `/ C2 ^3 V# eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 }6 A* D4 n3 E, k3 z- H/ N7 }* k7 F1 aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % A; O$ B) f/ j9 T
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 h# |) Z4 J) N4 @' o, dBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ M# @- L: W( p! XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 M3 \7 g1 Z/ i2 M6 DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 E" u/ M( z5 n2 wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 `9 P! n/ @/ `9 F4 z- |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& ~0 v o ~2 B+ y0 sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ _8 E. u; a* G. F
, `# V+ S; u8 ?, TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : f" Y: P7 A! J# c$ \
How you suffered for you sanity,. o- P7 r% c$ B' ]' o
How you tried to set them free, ) u; T7 M S! s# r8 N
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 s0 v% m3 @" V
Perhaps they never will. |
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