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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * C% b7 G) b$ J6 i2 |/ g5 t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 d0 r9 o/ Q; YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* V7 k- K K! Z4 @! f4 e2 \6 `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : V4 J+ ^7 E/ ^2 r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 l# q& L" y }" e1 B8 `* h% B& M
How you suffered for you sanity, ) y0 Y) s) ]2 }; ]" U
How you tried to set them free, 4 r |! ^# ]9 H4 |2 ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. v2 w$ b$ |4 [, M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 V; Z9 [4 Z. S. A$ v8 KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 Y$ ]! U- ?1 T+ {: IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( Q! z; T* D( ^: @+ S( p! S& m3 lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + _& a+ w }& J" _/ `4 ]/ C- H- }( d
! R6 n1 x0 N* n/ m- B9 BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 d& v* v4 R& ?: |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 |* u6 _5 M$ D$ C: ~, W
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 k g$ y: h N! W( S, m6 w" cBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 N) R4 \ E% s3 v# l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. A% ?2 I& D6 y' b( L" `
5 { F6 W7 i; `' |: x; x- jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) r+ H2 R! u4 n# C* d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ^8 C4 ~. R$ Z! ^4 ~; [, |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, O \2 m$ }/ [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . {1 X3 F" k) Y
8 J6 |8 J6 l! u$ b9 e! r9 n1 u5 gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, J d+ O7 u& o( ?( j
How you suffered for you sanity,5 k: p- d2 I. C. @: m/ j
How you tried to set them free, ! @* k/ Y' ?+ g# v d) g! p2 Y
They would not listen they're not listening still, + {$ A' @4 w4 {7 V' c
Perhaps they never will. |
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