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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 _! L! \6 d K. k( [, iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! n4 X; ^4 w) Z4 x* h8 N' j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- x/ e% s2 z% _- M; _( S. @& e! j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# T, f h" I& m/ o. D vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- T* u0 g+ n: e
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 K% h3 k8 d! g" HHow you tried to set them free,
9 ?$ C1 x* N: N3 q, CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 S( H% ~* u/ M ^2 ^7 t1 SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 j5 G2 k6 a8 Q+ N' N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 m5 c( M! n' d; H( m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; g: i* Y; u( w9 X w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' f8 Y- Z7 _/ a% K/ c2 s
5 Q4 _% k2 B9 _! I# B6 y; O( IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , q" p2 [+ N& C' W0 V8 z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : {1 Y0 I) W: n1 C% w. a# P
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ n1 P; A, i: F7 E) d; W/ iBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 Y7 w& w) s2 S& Y QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 W N( J( C6 c8 p( Z# f
% P+ P5 \+ n) r' W+ q6 ^7 ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! p" @* L. z }& a, S+ z9 ^( s5 B' O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: S# C3 Q# J9 GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 K6 b/ l/ v( I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . p# T/ Q4 i) }0 O
! G. f+ ?- e- L) E; Z8 `7 E5 c' G4 _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& s: }9 h. |: c( d7 \7 e6 AHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 k1 X7 @8 A4 e) [How you tried to set them free,
2 Y1 t9 G) w$ l5 b9 K9 _8 d2 c4 ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 k Q0 k0 A" W# _5 }$ n/ SPerhaps they never will. |
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