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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " l" ]9 I7 c _0 A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. S t& W! H' r' E. iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# u1 I3 ^) j E+ _( G5 I H! X8 w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % a, Y( ~6 C4 h2 \3 i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 |( v6 x; i$ e. \: N
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 c L0 P2 i" |" U/ AHow you tried to set them free,
3 v3 @$ @2 v. kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- A, d, X6 ^/ }+ \5 ~. A$ DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - y3 Q! p$ T1 P. j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( e) c9 Z9 E# sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# H D+ q3 Q5 ~5 wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - m: a# ]% L& c5 T7 j
' o9 K$ `. F" g+ N( ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) }# z1 \: n4 D6 Y- @5 i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + D4 J7 r3 R4 m! Q# T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' @* m' J! U( Q* k' y" Z. ]
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- T( G8 i: Q% M" d' lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' K$ B8 Z* Z$ p8 d) a
$ r/ p# y3 T3 p4 X' y' z# L' pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! o$ Q' `: c$ f# t' z4 O: D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 y: o" T2 F1 u n$ ?2 q( x+ A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 V" t9 B" @" ~1 o) q7 _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 ^! S6 }8 s2 g/ r- [; YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + A1 K# ]( Z+ w/ s! G
How you suffered for you sanity,
j; Z/ F* F! ?5 {, E) aHow you tried to set them free,
0 @, D' p' s" Q; u1 _They would not listen they're not listening still,
% q3 g* Q9 A$ J( {. S' d" S/ lPerhaps they never will. |
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