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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / L5 g7 ~2 G- u; Q7 b& i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: G: V3 \. p% Z XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. {% ?) B; ?& r" O+ T( m: D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 e' U2 n' R; |5 z$ c5 c# y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
J+ @: {+ ]. w5 C: \ M( P* r7 _; wHow you suffered for you sanity,
& ~! ]7 p; l5 r0 hHow you tried to set them free,
6 T( I" o! y8 X0 U% sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 e+ t! n9 T& |' B) q$ G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . Q. ~: M. e- C, x3 W$ [# l7 n# {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 V& Y0 N3 H4 l$ m3 h$ y1 Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' b v1 m$ G8 P8 m y4 G' Z* K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ o& v6 a( K0 ^/ \) ^
C1 f4 ~7 J' f8 R% Q* [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & C- E) f- \0 e2 B7 y. Y) M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 v: {+ \; M, J: L
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 a& E ]6 U6 S, vBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% r) j* N9 J/ {, IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : k# f" g. G7 l: g9 x
7 D) I6 m8 ^2 {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; \( N" L# k3 K* {1 \0 zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) ]- _7 L1 y; M2 C8 o& A+ N8 J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / q' L; P4 { c; y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( D6 {8 @. r& i& m& Y/ e
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 m0 [* Q. }7 F( M
How you suffered for you sanity," o# @8 ]& d: R3 z6 ~: N* T
How you tried to set them free,
% `" s# V4 y) z9 U1 y- ~They would not listen they're not listening still, . `! n, F- s! e+ p# _
Perhaps they never will. |
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