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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 W+ Q: R0 x/ R' T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ?2 f% M6 B$ C( J4 @8 Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" f: p: n; m4 u7 J/ r# i( xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" Z3 T. \: d( A# V8 A" z: o/ m' B% L+ iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 j L4 M4 ~$ n: c4 K& lHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 z2 M2 i* ]. }2 h- _& o
How you tried to set them free,
; n' i t/ f8 nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: W. N2 b" _* LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( T( g4 _3 g8 ~8 ~$ ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" a4 g' Z& f# f) j/ ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # Y: m' Z/ j; B( g2 n# V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; j6 b3 Z& S$ s" @. YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( d8 s/ J- A) M TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 z) Q j" D, Y. @6 m5 h2 C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, x; V, u4 ?0 @6 zBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( {6 C) u8 R+ s( c' i) uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # Y& i& t3 u) _0 V: B& z& A/ @
/ Z7 G& u' p7 d. r5 Y9 W: QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 {$ S+ a2 q, v1 WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; C" ]. u4 i2 s) M: t6 c2 v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , K" Z3 K9 Q# c8 z2 P5 _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * o" g0 F+ t1 v; E/ k
0 m. m7 A0 E: @& m4 ?- u& vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . T" K) e! ^' G6 C0 W6 A$ A6 A
How you suffered for you sanity,
% c. ^9 o* F# H R, e: Y2 |How you tried to set them free, 1 \% O- ]6 b/ r# D4 Y* l" g N' d9 f U7 R
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 ?. K( |3 R, t, K
Perhaps they never will. |
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