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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; k+ G9 g6 w% ]2 ]4 e) G3 s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 x7 j7 K) n% I" I0 l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 p5 o0 V& p% N% }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' y' \9 a, P7 G$ C) ?1 ^ r0 h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 r0 @& y" k) r \How you suffered for you sanity, 5 e6 M* `7 Z; n5 H
How you tried to set them free, . U* ]. H5 D3 a& p2 l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ Q1 `" x8 L% q [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! i; d$ ?% ~4 c- S) x; H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; F& g8 Z& D/ B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : P5 _, W" n$ S+ V+ h$ C/ \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 V3 o* T5 O6 Y L, F2 H! ~
; y0 ^6 ]* i$ sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( @& X2 S; Y! HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : P1 n4 T" K/ s7 H& w
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- P7 r, e& R& N' z: P' j1 sBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; A2 F0 l+ P; n' `# r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( H% y2 J9 q3 P# i3 ]
: }- r1 H, `3 Z0 Z! s9 MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, e- @* V7 y' N' {! _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 R7 A2 N' P( i8 wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( g {, C0 T# o2 L2 d( WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 ]2 p' Z$ a' N3 U3 r- J5 ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : q7 h9 k1 x$ \- `1 n( s+ S1 _
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 o* x+ ~9 G. T# W+ F& Y, eHow you tried to set them free,
9 _9 ~. d/ n1 w4 }: P# IThey would not listen they're not listening still, - M0 W/ T$ M1 P+ @8 g' ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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