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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - ^+ |/ B. U$ _ E, [8 H* B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 O6 R; k0 W" @5 f7 h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# P) m5 W# S( f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : E9 V( `, `" N, g) \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ f5 e( W: B7 j: m! J
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 w/ X7 Z/ R0 L# l
How you tried to set them free, 5 C" H+ P1 p* S$ a' t9 ?0 m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 |' O$ y' Z8 ^; d5 t+ ?9 h# y6 b! GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , `, ?& [, W9 i/ S9 R5 r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! r) x0 a- \0 A! c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* S, }0 a" l. S& ]; `, cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % w5 O7 `, m# J6 D. W
8 |7 U- Z6 F% c0 I/ JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 p9 |6 H/ K& a" z/ @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, @& {0 f9 J0 ? p8 XYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / m8 K# f2 y* I. Z; l
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 t) u: U' _0 i) x" M8 \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 {: p: W$ o! W+ X4 D
& a! i% u# b# d c' AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 b2 O* X0 B3 X: Y( M' [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; h1 q) v5 S8 ], P/ |/ l- M. a2 ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
^8 e4 g3 J1 ^$ i3 s2 yThe 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, ( Z# L" J0 C7 a- b$ F' I
How you suffered for you sanity,% h/ J* i- p8 j% ^- l( G8 y
How you tried to set them free, 0 C6 ^. ?, ~; c" [: D4 l, K. G
They would not listen they're not listening still, - V1 y/ J6 H; v/ ?) D4 T, @
Perhaps they never will. |
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