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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , e$ d4 o9 k c' H8 K0 v9 Q$ t \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: B3 h" o5 N; o! n+ ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 N) ^1 G9 L& f& rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 b d1 k C; S* E4 b" U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 t v6 N O) ^! f4 `How you suffered for you sanity,
, j( ?* R. A) ]8 E" X; ~How you tried to set them free,
2 N* N. [8 A. @/ _, b# _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) A b# H/ N8 R. AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 s; [6 G- ?. ^& d" ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ T8 t% [6 ^$ g% ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 ]9 \% }1 s( A! d/ m1 J, G: D$ ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . o. l" m* S( Y1 l/ e4 O8 S
$ z2 L, ]& j y* V! dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 H. |+ G$ F# j* |. b8 a! \. kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# s+ E) O! H' S# S, H IYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 ?; O1 f+ c9 k3 `0 I! v. Q( }
But I could have told you, Vincent, % F- ^. d9 v7 Y, g* T0 s& X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; j/ k& j- f; l2 g
. t9 G% L8 Y z# N. |, y$ IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. d# A$ O& Z5 P( x9 \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 L( {- @, Z7 T; S E( M3 }2 o' v; ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 g3 U1 o2 @- }! v$ qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # o7 A3 ?5 k. n, Q' Z9 W- z b* }
9 `( t. Q2 F% i8 iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 T. s( P7 r! mHow you suffered for you sanity,* v* p1 G+ w: b/ h2 n
How you tried to set them free,
1 i9 U& u+ D# C$ p; Q2 XThey would not listen they're not listening still, & k6 F6 h$ `+ P# K/ ~: \; _
Perhaps they never will. |
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