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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( q S/ C5 h5 }2 g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' e4 B1 l6 x6 R8 l, @$ Y% OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, G5 f$ M$ v* a+ _5 t: l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 \4 k7 ]9 h3 L9 r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ } n" p _7 n5 THow you suffered for you sanity, $ e5 R: w" U" z9 D' N6 m
How you tried to set them free, ' @9 Q( T: K* j3 `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ g# @& d' ? F( y2 L8 P7 s6 CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! f+ }; Q* k+ ~8 j0 V3 l5 f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 s9 O" {& F5 G$ l8 {4 }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 l4 X6 T* k7 B T: n, C) Y9 k8 H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ d1 w# M. } G1 p
, r" j$ O6 T! s3 |. fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& S7 @' c0 W5 vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - X0 ] r# w0 w0 u5 n; j* B8 f+ U
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * S/ _# b3 ^- x& M$ b# o
But I could have told you, Vincent, . X5 c% t; A2 I. Y: z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! r/ C9 g/ U' H
$ W& z" V* p* m N& V$ MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 n' U/ s5 ]* e) Q4 j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : v$ j [: J2 q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) M' u3 K" X5 h2 }! Q, m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" F, G" j# q% S# A# x/ }9 }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 Q8 s8 Q( M3 J" K2 a2 q3 G$ l
How you suffered for you sanity,: K7 s) l0 S1 ^% |; l6 A
How you tried to set them free, 9 G+ h, A: e E( @) O. P
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 ?' k2 }, y6 T
Perhaps they never will. |
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