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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- Y. h ^ o+ C/ w& C. TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: a5 v0 ]$ Q! _/ l9 GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 |* W* R! u0 k0 \2 LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! l/ N' c; T) e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 {" c" ? T7 p3 q) X
How you suffered for you sanity, " u* E7 s6 \# I% c3 F7 \
How you tried to set them free, * n1 a/ r! k I) A4 Z& b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 k9 Q% f, n+ P' |' d9 FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 L" R7 u& i4 l: LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 j# d6 T" I& I, M j5 I: d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: E8 U+ e* v mWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; v( U0 Y6 p) {. Q! A
4 m+ P- \% D! N4 E) R' H: RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 U- W+ o Y2 I4 m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) e3 f; o5 g' z# Y9 l& U( g
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 F9 q& c& \7 S) H3 S+ W8 R
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 d4 Z( X5 M4 P* P# q- Z& C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % o: p# E# [. |8 i& v& k. B0 r- _
0 O" @8 c# D0 o+ z7 G4 i- pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% h# Q0 ]# O7 g5 y9 H1 a9 dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . @+ z7 b2 f: t6 E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : Z" u* b7 G! A8 S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 L& j/ W4 b; c2 I' k
, ]6 }: d; o$ {2 W9 j8 cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 F5 j7 @ Q" g& eHow you suffered for you sanity,
' J& m0 W$ X& B KHow you tried to set them free, * ]) I/ l/ l( p1 N' c
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 i3 p, Z' M+ y3 L- D) c" M5 @Perhaps they never will. |
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