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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( I& r$ t" Q' v' Y: PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" ?' ]6 {1 Q, \4 B* N- tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* ]/ X4 c2 @6 ^ q1 q' `9 H) iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 F! X+ N# ^3 O7 W: z9 v2 N' |( h7 q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 I8 t5 N% }- n3 ^/ D m3 V- @3 iHow you suffered for you sanity, . `& L, b6 Q0 }# f
How you tried to set them free,
5 g5 h; Z2 m6 L) v3 j6 ~& ?, ~7 H. FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ f* A! b6 e" e/ h3 F9 [2 VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 u, O& W/ ]3 a: `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- w# y0 C( @2 g' D3 R" g* o1 F: JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 |9 y) D# ?* pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 U. G* a6 R5 \+ Q# Z/ G9 t, H
2 V' a. `& m8 t- t) oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - E: `; r/ [: v1 p$ k1 `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ s7 D: p# R) V) l% T( R+ BYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # f$ [! H6 p7 `: a7 ^" Y
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 |' I; [( r2 ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) s7 k! L5 j9 g7 X/ B, @9 H
: g1 G/ Y7 t5 k- gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / G- e2 q5 V8 W7 \; Y$ g1 q# N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! ?6 V! O4 Z# z, d; K( cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # I! {+ c9 J a( l+ _" C" |" ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ |. ]+ U# P8 O! p% o% L
" f+ I2 d% G) }) O3 [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * ]6 w/ Q) }: E+ m) \4 A8 B
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 \/ k1 H/ u d% ?0 N' T) jHow you tried to set them free,
, \$ W9 H6 X" k! s+ hThey would not listen they're not listening still, , U, f" _% u8 L2 m/ T
Perhaps they never will. |
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