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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ K# J/ z7 k. |1 L; K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, w* t9 `3 C+ aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( g+ X& j: J# V/ R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ @5 R1 M$ `" m, V3 ~. S7 Z, Q# GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: S. [) F1 Y, T6 \6 M6 {$ y& c
How you suffered for you sanity,
! R9 n8 S' [6 b, tHow you tried to set them free,
8 T) B% N8 x9 L$ O) ]- J3 e: UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : Q/ _" X! U' I" c; ^$ I+ u7 i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , t7 g/ S- E7 Z) d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 x- U0 a4 p# H& `! v! aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ j- o I0 S4 m* X# O. i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / H3 x+ o3 E6 P) n
7 D! v( g8 e/ r5 `& L- h+ [For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! u$ I, n$ L2 ^9 O8 c" ?7 fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) l6 m2 j& l, x+ A7 T4 x/ e0 CYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) Q% m$ V+ H2 v; D
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; t5 F& I/ U: c, VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & W3 u8 G" o) G
/ u, J0 o G O* k. P9 [9 F! C' `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ O: n/ V' M7 X7 ~( n) j& P7 C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ l" m8 l( D# ~, r9 R1 w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% ^5 c* S" Y( y' `6 ?5 z2 vThe 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,
3 [3 ]! N( c0 bHow you suffered for you sanity,/ [8 @! K( N" h+ l0 e! Q& a& l5 p* F
How you tried to set them free,
( ^( a" Y/ H( A/ s& _They would not listen they're not listening still, : r+ R1 B9 n; h0 t- a3 V
Perhaps they never will. |
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