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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " f0 g. f G2 J- `6 O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # V& ]& }# M9 d$ j. y% i# |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% ~ }: x& m" O* y2 z( ^$ o6 pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 g7 B$ j1 |- r$ R& q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: b J! z4 z6 p/ kHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 C! }8 L+ `' W. J- x5 U. C
How you tried to set them free,
" {5 n5 f/ e2 l7 _+ I1 l1 YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 Z3 K( R, W0 v$ u% s; qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( G2 O; F6 @" \/ u8 O; j; NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( m# Y- y$ ], {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 U/ h8 d# G0 e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / D$ H# o' j* o, d7 Q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' ~+ S7 M$ A6 v6 AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; i8 F2 w$ I* A/ ?7 q* D$ dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
_3 k/ ]/ ?! B7 ]" f/ wBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 t* ^3 j( v3 i$ B) k% mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - l$ N" l5 Z4 J- w( ?
5 A. p5 `# v( c6 kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 G R# l0 `- j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" T) |7 u- \ t; uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; D" _- K* {$ K6 h4 m- X7 ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * Q5 T% d. O$ K6 t9 n+ B" f
3 |" g" w; b) F% o) HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" ], C. ~: F C' s; XHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ M4 C, F- j; D% x" F; MHow you tried to set them free,
* N: f. y) ]! i; X, z, ^0 KThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ X) e# R0 t9 G- N1 f1 L4 |) oPerhaps they never will. |
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