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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 Z7 {3 T0 |* T8 W6 t2 HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 h& {/ c( D1 b" m% b' {9 ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 E2 l B+ S* ]$ [" nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. g" A' r. u1 r) l) i; D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; f" Z, u4 }- [% C$ U
How you suffered for you sanity, ! Q. b% A5 D/ Q Q% B
How you tried to set them free, ) x2 @6 L2 L1 E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! S3 ]' T6 C8 e( g( kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 i$ P7 T) p( O3 E; Z8 P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% m! D3 D S1 ?+ c& h) VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 O! F9 L3 ? A' C2 h) uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) U8 o9 a9 P# ^- v" v
: v% a% T4 N7 g3 f- u o" |For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; r, v( Y5 {7 K7 c2 H* ^: s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 h" x: v& b+ ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 [: J5 K. C& R) Q- }5 p5 j9 T
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: v8 r7 t; E9 s1 u0 E- _. F$ xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 e0 b. n. n, v7 k4 ~
: R7 t8 p" o$ `! cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 `" v7 A" c! u! Y4 R. u4 k6 GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: u) k5 {" ]. h1 \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; @4 L; Y1 \; I) |/ V1 q+ Q p+ D7 U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # m: a$ i- J; U8 x \$ T( B
) \/ O+ f5 W, INow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 p: ?' V$ d1 \: I# |) S$ ]; a
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ `# k5 c2 o. c2 I. iHow you tried to set them free, 5 J9 k* H/ ^4 g4 u5 S; ]& t
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) y; l6 L- }, n4 z {- iPerhaps they never will. |
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