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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- |* E3 i/ d& y/ W( a7 H3 i# rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 W# ]. y( k/ N% Q& J, _3 f$ R7 _; cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 c9 B. C6 e( f$ |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) K- W1 J) f9 U! s* Y& V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% ^9 o7 O- d% B$ ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
* R4 {; {' ~1 j C, r" ]; j; }How you tried to set them free, + B# }1 g: j* t6 }# u( W' S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 I4 T$ j8 Y M6 {; U: h, DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' ^' l( R- G* Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) o* b2 J. m s0 L! H) KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, y5 M" R; P$ \" G; v4 O- @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 N) T' J) \3 F: y p Q' p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 F% Z: ]- P" p- ~ e4 ]4 W' }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! h3 A* A- M$ i4 f$ h ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 i a" k3 a0 s
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 z( t: ?( H7 L& H4 u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 a/ L S7 a( Q& `- C
6 @+ S) A+ _( h8 RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" I8 I' ~# U- p( Z( a. P0 [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 k" [' P- m; K( zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 C2 g3 q( |+ F v7 w$ n: e9 P z- lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. G4 {* B8 H3 v2 i* e$ a
9 U/ u! Q, Q) F9 F0 fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - ]2 G6 t$ i; Y2 {7 @, l7 f# w* d5 u
How you suffered for you sanity,2 P: K$ l: }4 b3 A
How you tried to set them free,
& K1 h u& p( \; @" M& \ H( pThey would not listen they're not listening still, & x7 V9 P' j/ y8 D$ l
Perhaps they never will. |
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