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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & V9 ~+ Z- v/ T" B9 s3 f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ N0 Z1 u3 Y9 ~6 jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 O- u4 c7 W, q) P0 J) dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - [1 ?8 P% {" ?6 q0 S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 g0 ?; b b6 ^4 z0 O
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 o; C3 c, e+ s2 a6 q8 [' ~) yHow you tried to set them free,
( O$ n) U( l* V5 R+ W" |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 l0 v2 J. v, h% I4 x" @+ L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 }. g+ q3 P, A# J. j$ a; S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& z: |8 i3 E- Z0 G3 m6 X3 }/ A) XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 P8 l% [/ [$ {9 f) OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; E: o6 R D8 ^- s
8 `$ s6 y" d- s& s' mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
|5 y* W' ^9 i: ~0 E7 V0 R1 q5 sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 B3 s6 I" M9 M8 Z; k
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 G9 ^. i" g, D# J, U6 f
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 c2 s* Y% A" p8 j! }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + {9 d9 `+ D% v1 i7 w* [
2 s D: v% [# M4 Y% BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 H% @, J& U! G9 }8 e/ j$ A; n. A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ ^. j& Y, B4 o- }1 [7 DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ K! J$ t0 N; ]1 o" PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 P4 y, y8 i6 }: e2 {! _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + L7 @& W6 K, V) F
How you suffered for you sanity,+ P7 @6 j% u8 I F4 [
How you tried to set them free, ! N3 O& J5 B+ _, p
They would not listen they're not listening still, " d+ h) F Z: i6 j3 q( J! Q3 i/ H
Perhaps they never will. |
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