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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % Q; p6 P. g7 T8 r& s% ^1 ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; [& q3 n: `( B; h# Z1 ?- cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, G: {$ l1 w [' ^) b7 lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: o. L4 i, N2 b8 G+ Q9 b8 ?7 r1 bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 T( ?3 L4 [ b4 k. N: w4 KHow you suffered for you sanity, ) j# f' f2 T2 A' e3 i% \
How you tried to set them free, 1 ^( s2 U2 |9 M% |( b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ G8 E5 I5 s, r0 ?: YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' n% k" C& i+ D. G. K9 F* c; }& JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * d0 J# B9 E$ g/ N. r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ i7 }9 l5 x) j' N- `5 x& w- h& P- \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - m: P3 i5 ]6 {1 B
$ G- Q9 X+ ~) IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " l. H3 u7 H' }" y' b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ ~8 K2 q) I% Z+ X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' [( U2 x8 s4 H# HBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 v) g( E+ ?" U" p6 b& N i7 IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 V h7 `& Y' |+ Y% J( D$ J
4 q- T7 X% e& F- c2 U) R( {4 J+ \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 a- g. x# Y; q% Y$ P4 c2 [; NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& `# D6 }8 ]7 ^ \; e( g. N+ tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 F6 D5 X! w$ d& u. Q9 C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# Q- |$ d* B+ ^3 j, dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ r1 t( P" x( E' RHow you suffered for you sanity,* q) K* ~3 B: B+ v; T W! x/ H
How you tried to set them free,
. l6 ~9 ~' V n' f& f+ y+ {8 E4 FThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 M" D6 X1 U7 m% T# u8 w+ C* Z7 v
Perhaps they never will. |
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