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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
_0 V h; ~% w5 MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 j" K+ P& Y4 L9 C; X1 [6 S. m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ D7 v% H8 q, ~$ d, S' e( ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. M, e+ t2 a1 A. y8 n# ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; X8 y, R* D, ^: B: k h) N- LHow you suffered for you sanity,
% i; s/ ?6 ]3 C) lHow you tried to set them free, 2 P% X! M/ w3 ^7 f+ w' y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. g# L* e" ^! ^# G" HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . y- @. }/ }" [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" j( P) @5 e" d- m2 GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, k( Z* @0 J7 b9 B3 g% T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 p( c. F" }: mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " C; r5 K, Y( Q" x% |' B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ T6 Z; ~% C- }, D0 QYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) P! i1 b4 M7 t" P: D! _# b* H
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 l) k! T) z$ @0 s0 lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' w6 H- z% W- j+ M
, r+ A4 I" m( G8 V# j9 fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 X/ q t! `4 Z2 G) r1 c9 e2 p$ e! _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 `3 _. v4 V, n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 J+ i& N& Z) \3 ^3 jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 I/ U& R+ s& X' a' Y7 p+ n6 M
) m0 p, ?2 R; DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 [5 t9 s1 g, J2 _% m. v- x6 f/ jHow you suffered for you sanity,1 Z' w+ G$ x7 Z6 F! m; a
How you tried to set them free, , U2 j; R0 R' s
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 l! g- H0 O% R$ F
Perhaps they never will. |
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