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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # {. v0 J& t- C! E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 Q! P% B5 b6 t6 e3 A/ |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: f/ U* W- P* H1 K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * J+ c2 m7 b3 Z6 Z8 D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 t- E0 Z0 S9 r/ ^3 E6 FHow you suffered for you sanity,
) s* C% Y- k3 V6 E6 H! V$ YHow you tried to set them free, & U+ A7 A* @( l/ U9 ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) c) B/ m A! ~9 D/ \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" }4 F& y# h1 f0 N" P5 nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( m3 v3 D3 i) J: m4 e) CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 g( n) O$ ]/ W2 S$ e# K8 k: i: Y2 gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # x0 u! L! ]$ T3 _* t
Q3 b$ n W+ F) e0 ?$ U, |% qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ M1 r% K; n/ i S6 R" ?& g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! E# F: b+ P. ?: ~! q* [* O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - [. _ N9 O, m
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 C" x, S; E0 G6 e' q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ f8 R! ~/ c+ o) o$ hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' U' f, N' r7 @: ?5 J0 sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ m* A. s8 k6 O. F& v* b. `* K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ e- o/ s( v X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 O* K/ ^7 e+ } y3 \
8 M5 V# N4 x! I' INow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 K3 _- ^ \2 S
How you suffered for you sanity,
) Z/ ?0 r( C' p" s& ^$ K |How you tried to set them free,
u# E* p2 f; }' b* q& R1 C8 G( IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 n7 g4 w: f, J; N" y3 B8 GPerhaps they never will. |
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