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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 }) B: }4 R+ L2 \' t) O3 j# R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 N2 ]& H8 d; e& sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 K' o) ]: W+ T, l7 B5 J6 zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* c/ m& ]+ p+ ]8 tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 s9 C* |, ^9 w8 K" GHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ q) n' m: q( y) N; {9 c/ y+ pHow you tried to set them free, : ~: o- T1 w* z; `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 s/ ?1 z, H+ H6 U+ i3 I" D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 Y' V; w# ?$ T) `4 J8 q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " V1 m$ \" Z x1 Q0 j) V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & ^$ ^3 Q" L L* p0 t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 s E7 I9 s4 ]9 Y2 F# ]# A
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 J, V X2 X( H) v6 R- V, r }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 U( Y' X) `- h5 B+ BYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + w6 ~0 {! B1 J) Y8 a C" ~& ^
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 ]8 c z9 q0 {6 l8 ^* r+ dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 J9 X7 t; n" R5 A
, K- X* ?6 U$ L" {5 D3 ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' l0 ? h; P& y* h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
]+ g e7 w) s5 oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" Z' `0 ~. I# t- wThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 X, t9 O4 j8 Z3 U
" k+ x# x; T2 Q- Y L% Y" INow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % [8 l5 A9 [% t& i! x
How you suffered for you sanity,
( q# k% X3 Y8 x3 L# ~- hHow you tried to set them free, 0 v( ~* A' M: @$ c. O
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 H( @ Q) [! _; E3 T$ d+ n
Perhaps they never will. |
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