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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: M w% }3 L' Y( Y2 a6 L, QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 f/ @; Z3 C3 z: p0 yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
{9 m0 m! R4 b; k' H* j7 s: YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 C) ]" @6 o" X8 i$ N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" _- e( x/ O4 mHow you suffered for you sanity,
& l0 r2 g* w4 J' ~+ XHow you tried to set them free,
4 i4 _* u% o) O# y/ p: K+ bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 j$ ~, w$ n, A8 V. a7 Z ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ u' F$ v1 p8 Y: o, o, H$ ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 o T6 D ]. P6 w& j2 D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 w- y" _, |$ `. E T% ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; _& T' I- W) j( Q
$ U) ]) ?1 T( }& @! [$ ?9 xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( T# P6 u. s1 f2 I9 c7 D' fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * h( f" H$ X" `' `: ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) o+ m( ]8 `2 m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( X, k+ g; F) {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( Y* B/ ~4 z6 k9 t2 m" [+ } A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. b2 I/ T( m! ~. w3 D4 _& aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & I9 s) p& r" {, ]* ~- ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& K+ h: Y9 ^, D: _, @ q# CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ ^* ]# M, E2 q( c
7 C8 b, y" V3 I* ~/ L3 E$ E0 INow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: A* }- h: M2 Q/ C$ f, y5 sHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 E7 V7 Y, H# n) {+ {& R- MHow you tried to set them free,
* I o$ R; W* LThey would not listen they're not listening still, k2 x( G% k) j: b5 z& m. p
Perhaps they never will. |
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