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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 H: A1 A* h% |( I9 c& t) ^, O. ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 U5 t/ Q- M- A4 G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. \) X+ V& Z, }' n! w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% X+ `. I. W7 kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 }, e( t) e) L/ r+ HHow you suffered for you sanity,
- p) ?% o( _9 \% q5 J4 H& X8 e8 dHow you tried to set them free,
9 }" M" Q) V& ?# D" AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ B. n- h+ ?: fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 T4 O# e4 I+ B( K, Q4 {( xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 D' Z& a' x; }- Y; r4 b( f" ]5 g: _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 G/ t, S @+ {# L6 a9 IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 ]4 ^! J# L& g% K
4 O2 {, x' u/ l# ~0 A$ ` r; H4 EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ t9 Z, A4 T" U- `1 UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' m" }6 S: w# ~5 ~You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 f/ R+ z6 L7 i& M" }& z- ]1 H
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( G0 A) l2 N! {* S) I6 d, bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 s9 l$ d7 d4 i! B7 x+ ?; c* s
6 G3 p& j% O: R5 N0 Y6 i8 ]" Y/ eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 a1 ]/ ~: P, I9 [, Q2 S7 j! t5 p( k, e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# k! d- t" }% D1 W' o5 P/ U3 u- K6 aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ _* l" o: y7 \ n8 Z3 V. TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! @" \( ^% Z9 Z' n u# W
! b O! X6 W [% uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# D: q4 M( Y: P F2 OHow you suffered for you sanity,
! Z3 d7 S8 @' fHow you tried to set them free,
; l9 e! C1 b. p0 SThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ x8 U$ _& g1 F5 C/ E4 @Perhaps they never will. |
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