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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - q& o0 V( _' \0 Q; O' X7 L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( O, E6 R; k$ u' }, }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' P1 a! c0 C1 e5 y3 Y+ ^( G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ m. v4 U. o. s1 ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& Y# c( e' A; P: f& q
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 Q1 \2 z4 I( c9 a' ~& D
How you tried to set them free,
. e" {3 z" B: rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 B4 P) l. `% v. q ?$ t, ]* o3 aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 B5 d/ [$ {( W+ \! V& H! R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 b5 p, D) f/ l7 \* {& g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! r/ x) e6 Q) n- h+ T( ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 L5 r9 r0 R2 [9 ~" z0 s1 z% H$ B% i
A+ V+ |3 I' S9 N4 Y# k8 LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , _. v2 b+ ^: ?9 a/ ^2 F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ K1 L8 K$ h2 v- w. q9 yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % z3 a3 X5 W8 S5 }
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* o1 }: @' w' y# ^) a7 U2 TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 P1 ^- m+ U7 B& P% S
: L2 N. z4 g8 J6 K) H; TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ ?! X. M0 B5 J& _! YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; Z, t d, C. ?2 W4 K( g/ i% q" x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 {; o0 [. Q* Q& W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * @5 E [+ m6 h/ d4 U4 B& J
How you suffered for you sanity," k$ L* g. N$ R6 ?
How you tried to set them free, $ M, y' }. t5 \8 \, L0 W3 g& ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, - Z. ~% Y. o ~! D2 b
Perhaps they never will. |
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