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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 ^9 H! t/ w" N/ HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 J( H7 {. g2 o0 p8 ?1 ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- b, o1 }) N1 ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 N2 H# T* }3 Z$ {: g1 m9 b nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) Z6 ^9 t! f3 x; o- `4 S: M9 y; G
How you suffered for you sanity, - b' G: D2 W, c
How you tried to set them free, d* B- \1 ~" {5 T; l; Q, ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, R/ V, x8 P) o; F. [/ u n% {+ q, UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 k$ U; _' @8 r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % C) Y& ^9 t w" C1 M0 T7 K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + ^5 ?( j7 N+ }! A& o% |8 J/ S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # _5 K* q, X. w8 t5 b$ a T
& O- i [" Q, d5 k, zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 Y/ @5 C, h/ _3 f" qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 a4 ^: g+ X4 _3 b: C) f
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! J& ]# N. p8 S' N2 |0 WBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) w& A% U0 r1 LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( @2 k! Y% z% H1 g! |
9 E% E& u) Y1 E. d( X+ zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 e+ D) t+ O; a; t- B. fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # v9 z& C m$ u$ V' E& s5 [. w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , I" H$ V- k& o. U2 H1 J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- j/ e+ X* t6 `5 sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 ]8 Z4 r( r o# X! ^' j. KHow you suffered for you sanity,# R. ?0 x5 f& O, b5 \/ \* s* A
How you tried to set them free, V: a' B0 E/ s( {% @9 y1 h/ [
They would not listen they're not listening still, , Q: T7 E, ]7 x4 h
Perhaps they never will. |
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