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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 `9 V) U0 S& s: F& V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' g% _9 d; i& K: q. \( Q) R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ S9 c- _# t% g& Z7 {* i7 J4 YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % |8 B. z3 P H: l' Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 d6 W/ O9 y0 A, v. ~6 ?4 W
How you suffered for you sanity,
, ?9 h2 t3 W6 s1 s, b1 x0 bHow you tried to set them free, + D' S) X B" ], [$ r" q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( h- ~$ Z9 C6 w' o6 X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 u9 b# t( }( u* `" `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ q! E8 R/ m& a8 b. K" [1 M6 @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # G$ A# \6 H/ c+ H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 ?( @% q5 [% J1 D
O; _9 p+ `5 @For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# U) q- k) D4 b. m# }' AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" v4 _: {5 O$ y& h- G2 nYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 r! y3 _4 m7 T3 w+ D9 w/ m1 s. r: F
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 g- i+ K: H% x$ E; m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 d/ H6 k& \1 H& {
! Y) T$ K- Y W! mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 `2 [0 @3 x1 K4 L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" J9 N- B* _2 W8 ^& y$ A VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! p- g9 ~7 e4 `; |: b) O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 | y( h: L+ `( v, L6 r9 }
( M0 e% |; A2 Y2 c3 c, HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " Z3 P! Q; ]9 g& M
How you suffered for you sanity,4 y0 N/ L* W/ n
How you tried to set them free,
) H Z9 s* N- N) U' jThey would not listen they're not listening still, : ]% U9 K- o! `4 @) b; M. C
Perhaps they never will. |
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