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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ g- r0 E- |# \: m! G, wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) V9 A, W- a& E& I; J% C8 O( x; p: t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( B' g: k+ b/ j- P8 h; y# T8 KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * l' o+ u; D% u) F- h+ S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 Q' Z! k* ^# N& ^0 T7 [/ c5 fHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 m6 k1 v, g% X p, ?
How you tried to set them free, 8 S+ v! Y+ D% p0 n2 E( ~ U5 N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& o! W0 {- D) j& Q5 H& G- vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 r* A& i* i" ^" ], w( s; L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 D" @- L# C! w7 [4 G7 lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- h! _( j9 O- M% d4 K" p, nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - {9 T3 w7 t+ ^7 a' q( B
* ~3 x" _" z: y* h6 wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 q- }3 K/ E' S" ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " {7 s6 k: V4 A
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) z8 E) c# o l9 M- Z- wBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, G! D" P# l7 s/ ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 c9 s1 I6 Z/ c! m+ C: e
" j% s( ?8 v9 k0 M8 Q( BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 A! b. P3 ?% |8 |. x* k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : L7 l! K% [% ?' F, m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" N' x8 ?) Q/ T" B, W, w0 D! dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : q: V1 }0 T* A& U+ k. n
" G3 ^0 G( x4 i& ~ e( a, aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ M( c* k+ [' y# b. o
How you suffered for you sanity,+ R, _( s6 j% {* a% C' X
How you tried to set them free,
/ k T; [$ U: a) \" aThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; `1 Y/ p+ e$ O' t+ V
Perhaps they never will. |
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