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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, X' T: I9 u$ U/ K5 {! m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : J1 L1 Y: a; ]3 J* h4 r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ q. Y& W1 B0 j# Q& ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - [' g+ [0 {& r0 @* Z0 o' j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 z& X( C4 _/ q+ nHow you suffered for you sanity,
# V0 T U4 ]: e5 ~' rHow you tried to set them free, & r6 j0 ~% M* i! |6 i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 O* M( u0 U2 UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " ]7 f- ~1 u; C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ f [/ Y, E. n& f+ _2 I8 rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ U& h% K6 ?, I) ?; F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! `! c" k V: ~) P! Z3 RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 T/ H x3 T$ Y J: sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - z D+ f q4 w
You took your life as lovers ofter do, |) P5 o! U- G+ A9 ^. P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, o$ t# I7 K% |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 ~0 D/ q: p* C6 c% r7 o- e
4 i- v4 t7 H$ ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 d% {( C1 t* ^7 N- JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 s2 |( M* B( |1 TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 x- }: I, P" f: ^! @- K7 ~2 D& I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & C7 Y; t& l, F1 _' c
# [7 V' X" Q" n/ O: ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 P$ h- _3 W+ D* E Z; C3 M2 MHow you suffered for you sanity,0 M: r8 D I" Q/ o
How you tried to set them free,
+ U: a2 [# L2 A3 TThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 o' I2 K7 l* ?3 b) w2 D' s$ v
Perhaps they never will. |
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