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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : G$ i8 c& V" @. k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 S! m; y' I2 n( p- ^7 l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 a8 L9 u9 M5 {! A6 M: S. K+ u9 u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 W) O4 h2 x5 O& `4 NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 e' b# F8 a' d& b5 IHow you suffered for you sanity,
% E0 m, [% M3 k; U E$ ^How you tried to set them free,
( M* F3 S- N$ c" ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. ]* z9 q; ]) G) ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * S1 g) H& ^8 F& D2 u; n7 w8 f, F. Q6 {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( M# f+ ]8 x9 W) W8 M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! E# n6 [% D% k6 dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. F* ]2 x9 b% C+ Q( Z I
6 Y$ D" _. Y* E* y- n$ e3 k( GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ f" H3 t0 `0 [# J2 f* L3 z1 p( n1 \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; d2 c( ]+ S* N5 ?You took your life as lovers ofter do, % J* y9 i. B0 g9 T% ^
But I could have told you, Vincent, : j, S' s- W3 H9 o3 A, e8 Y' e1 ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 b6 k' z& i! l5 g2 S
, L+ n" @- M+ Z" F: n: w! B2 ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . H/ N# @- D: {' l5 N" e* o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & g6 Y. z) w! R; z8 a9 r3 y$ F1 S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 l: ]8 c5 `, M+ q
The 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, 2 a6 G' N; O8 z, W- O- j
How you suffered for you sanity,: }0 D: G c. a; b
How you tried to set them free,
' R' ~$ l7 E5 }. [- W3 VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# l& L# E, \) E5 p" }Perhaps they never will. |
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