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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 k, i% i0 @8 ?) v2 ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; v" B0 m+ } T n& n0 U. XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 }# f9 [/ ^) G& eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % d1 K) L9 X' i' q) I* v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 x, _1 K) M$ i2 r0 F5 G8 tHow you suffered for you sanity,
% h8 H/ g8 T/ ^: P; J4 b$ q- jHow you tried to set them free,
, |* ^) X2 ]& y" `; @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 o- e6 h; F% ~- o3 D8 QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - \, G! t5 \) L) O3 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; s! d7 b% ]6 r* `& C7 WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 o4 W7 q* y0 C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - M2 N& ? x* Y( B
V) `0 M4 c& o& z! s: G! G1 dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! k6 ^+ s# s- ?1 P% M' MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 p9 P+ s# m0 s& A7 U/ [+ J' g
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 o+ Q$ i* g b. Y6 n
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( T0 ]' g: m0 O, c& _" M! A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : \- u J k. j- ~0 f- N
* t. Y2 H9 t- l+ dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ Y! E' H( Y. y7 v( t7 {9 ~$ a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: s8 Z% |* d1 _) l2 qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) R$ u# _' X6 _2 D! c+ pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 s% V; D! Z3 @* c. o
' \8 M4 x: ~: `$ m5 c7 qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 D6 N! T: O, ?3 v' OHow you suffered for you sanity,, {6 Q% V9 n( o7 Y# V: y
How you tried to set them free,
1 @3 b# B9 S/ U JThey would not listen they're not listening still, , g. C/ u/ S ?5 f* f* P
Perhaps they never will. |
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