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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + E5 @( H3 }' W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ H# y8 }& Z/ j' ^5 X& c* l/ FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 ]" a* i, W/ t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 L) w4 H* ~, e; X! b. W& _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ d/ e, v# A( u
How you suffered for you sanity,
; y' q( |: i1 R/ ?; P% HHow you tried to set them free,
% R0 x% H: k7 q# D# U+ r$ @7 ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . r" B# ]) s) n4 k. `$ ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# N- d% t3 c2 ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- C. ]- c& j# b% b3 |) ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 n# i: N. c! v2 F6 F! b" g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # W6 C# M9 n( p# ^1 A
7 r0 ]/ I& w G8 q2 B5 C; F8 z" sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 q% G) Z# \( _8 i0 ?3 JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 ]; x- w* `9 S3 i" j, U: Z) w8 L# [, y! xYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 X* [- Y; @- H: g/ H
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& \. L2 O9 ?8 Q. c( WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. X/ W8 A D5 ~
+ J+ {& j) j1 N3 h$ W3 tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 k* G2 Y- G, `3 r: BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 l0 b( z7 g2 ?2 D }$ L% j' b1 z# mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 |) l, a5 C$ }8 G$ o% h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & [& q3 v6 J2 m, d9 b
How you suffered for you sanity,% A: f) ]5 K& N+ Y
How you tried to set them free,
* N1 e. D/ g- F+ d' S Q1 WThey would not listen they're not listening still, - \/ r2 j2 Z; e- P
Perhaps they never will. |
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