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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / ]" t- V: z+ E$ i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - r7 p$ v6 W( D" r" h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 _: i+ A0 D t% W ^: B3 Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ H0 O. c3 V# l8 F& Q4 @" \+ MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 T: R; G$ f! V' B0 X6 e' E6 PHow you suffered for you sanity, * R9 h. h% o6 V7 u. c C) g
How you tried to set them free, 5 b, I& Z* ?5 B7 h+ `# [( ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; F" H! z0 J# ?! f/ J5 vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 O" Y& _; b) t0 d; DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; y9 p3 U) ^+ u: e9 U$ q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 I& {" C. D# D7 { w1 i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 M. V3 d0 Y0 h: r: B1 L1 F, c
; p5 t7 j$ c/ n! P0 b; W7 HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: K% S* r' H" x1 T0 \9 H5 XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 D5 W; ^0 Q3 o+ TYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; U" ~% P+ w$ X$ N2 c6 z: VBut I could have told you, Vincent,
& n( \) d8 x" K/ M% s, QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) o# d% R9 x% u' K# w! m( k* j7 TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & `4 N: X' L! E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ S( ^) i( Y4 E @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& P" v! X( E1 @6 N. v- @3 bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , M2 R' \2 x! V
+ {2 L. f3 z- W4 s1 \7 dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & s2 V, u. M# R& R* z
How you suffered for you sanity,. Q# y4 M6 w- `: [9 K: J: r4 S- ~' ^
How you tried to set them free,
5 M. E2 E+ Z- j P, tThey would not listen they're not listening still, : I. W, h, p* B1 k: e+ I
Perhaps they never will. |
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