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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - r" @/ J" {8 ]" i% n H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 q* t% Q8 u7 x# t; l6 tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) K* h/ r9 F) }" G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 H- W# Y: o8 C% P/ {9 _* P1 c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 q k9 Y" _) UHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 W; ?; i6 }/ L! w2 ?$ ~How you tried to set them free,
" N# K5 i/ d2 k/ X. E, e# aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 P* t# {3 u+ L p4 TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ Q3 F t# T2 ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( a3 W4 ?2 u( [. l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; H* _# g* D# ?8 x9 C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 K5 u* V8 C3 B# ^
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 c/ D; Y9 i. Y. @$ l7 t$ tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ E% b: s- w5 _$ o" ?You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! @" f$ @2 n+ G# G& h! x: UBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 p- q3 C* \5 K/ o u) _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! Y- B; `( |) k7 U- p; B. H7 {
3 o: n: K; V8 J9 @6 H9 XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 V( c1 i7 L* x' N: H( ?2 q# S# t( ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 R' o- t( P* X2 \6 R) v3 p; C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " a0 f" g/ `* @/ X: ^9 c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * a. L* O$ n9 z1 V: g7 Y
- }; ~% `. a% D7 gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; i A9 a! v! z6 r; d, WHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 A4 O9 t6 y9 M8 d0 d# t. GHow you tried to set them free, 9 ]0 J7 Q( L" O( q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 @ F2 X9 Z! H( {/ aPerhaps they never will. |
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