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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 M7 Y. L) f1 h/ u1 z wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , W2 y" g0 y& m2 e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: H( @+ B" c! [+ t& {8 ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 h% m/ A5 `2 z+ F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 J2 z; W+ [* m5 ?' @8 r, @- m
How you suffered for you sanity, ! v# z l" e. ~& I4 u
How you tried to set them free,
2 H3 ]. z( p- G6 m" k$ A9 AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 v: K! D' u; ]8 W5 D2 iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 m/ w: e* P; e$ r5 Y$ DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 Z1 y4 @8 z) U3 R' B7 `. XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - b" c% ?# v$ U/ [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - w8 _* I: J& R5 G9 H. \' ~4 g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # V" a0 J# b# O- ]" ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 f. ?4 N7 C7 Y( t& ?
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ M1 y9 q' k8 T ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - H. [& O1 ]" R* a. h# g
; y3 @4 {7 M- v) rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & Y- e4 |" q0 g: G ?1 t2 r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 l( R" D& Y. M N( v. ]# eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; [* u" D, @$ ?) E7 D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . G4 z9 w) b7 Q6 M
+ ]! W0 x: a6 [0 r4 E: c1 DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 E- G, J4 o ~3 D, C
How you suffered for you sanity, N7 n0 C) @3 c/ i
How you tried to set them free, * p1 {5 i( s2 k+ ^$ p8 c8 }% A$ t
They would not listen they're not listening still, / p5 F: }& N4 R* ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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