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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ e( }/ U) @: l" p3 L5 lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 f2 e3 J" x5 b5 [0 J# l+ W$ @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 f5 W& L8 {* S3 p6 f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! L# v. ~" R+ M: B/ u' lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( @( D/ `9 L- I' d
How you suffered for you sanity, $ @' s' ~: T& F5 k0 i9 Q- `
How you tried to set them free, 6 m7 y5 S6 ~- q4 s# W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + g. l& O+ C; K7 Z6 C( M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 \# M$ E8 v+ L# ?7 T1 x+ \7 X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 g |# y. ~/ \' [0 ]& d% p2 M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 Z; e* J$ Z6 ~+ O4 F- ~8 Z/ i) p5 fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - }' f7 k3 H+ L- j& V, J7 _1 Q
3 i# ]- w4 ` GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) Z/ v S2 a: \# n2 M. O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 i1 h1 i6 K# `8 l* {* R4 F' sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * p5 x! F" W$ _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& G. ]1 f% R2 X) C8 qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : R; F/ k: ]% [" p/ x0 U9 T4 S) w
4 J& `" z2 P7 k* L+ F- EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + a# o* I. ^2 ?. [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ N6 O3 I2 C0 Z* oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - D2 v) f+ C! I% Z, v# m H5 V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! G1 {) F A. Q% M, F
6 M0 L) K* R8 T" r" S: ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ x5 X1 [. s$ bHow you suffered for you sanity," `$ ]: e f: u2 k8 m
How you tried to set them free,
1 q5 n2 p5 P' p) W" D* mThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 c5 Y6 a# L! K5 {: E4 N
Perhaps they never will. |
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