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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * S7 Z+ L% {' S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 b/ z5 _$ K+ A1 l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 n/ E. q" n+ pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 {2 R4 Q0 y. i5 i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 R6 h( l( F6 \' f/ b O+ e# `* S
How you suffered for you sanity, - S `! H: L# m- o! f; ~
How you tried to set them free, # f/ @) p. i0 m0 d1 r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 K e p& c' Q9 ^: sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% V) F! p/ k; J; N3 j. A* K2 G( qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. K; x% M% w, xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' B0 t4 d: u% }% s) Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 }+ | T0 p) p: p) m2 H
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& m% ~/ H$ z+ R" t) JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # ?7 W% k+ s; Q ]7 W* X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% Q) h9 a" a* ~5 i* J, k1 tBut I could have told you, Vincent, " k# ], H8 v ~4 h) b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 q, C! p5 }- ^5 O# ?9 j
w* q( a0 V; l p, ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) a. G8 c, L4 [ v2 e, R V' h d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / H6 ?$ u) F! m# |! V5 c/ C8 ~+ b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 H9 V- m' P9 S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * t* I) w9 U. G" j
8 H2 j( Q8 M! { s* c" `, n5 bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 @" m( e$ m. \/ ^# q/ k+ f
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ U7 X/ R3 F0 v+ q- g3 C5 bHow you tried to set them free, j+ ]5 D5 n1 }0 |3 F* S t
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) n' _$ x w# h0 r; g
Perhaps they never will. |
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