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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ {5 Y) k- K4 n0 ~+ i: d @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 j- i, ]# v* E3 u, V) F( I) ^3 {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' C* z/ h- `# l3 N" y4 X' A( QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. t+ s+ s1 ]# g. d( B% b8 H" y' @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 k* I+ W6 p4 H: ]" q. `9 X2 d0 C) lHow you suffered for you sanity, . h- O4 ~( r4 v& y
How you tried to set them free,
2 _3 A, b- l, S' B0 t5 ~9 pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 L) Y/ ~$ c+ [& |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 M9 N( u1 x$ f& Q6 w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& N2 e7 ]; n$ e8 k. DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ j- k6 }; u3 V; p6 z* OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! H- V% k4 O! b( ?9 ^4 {
$ `& r( K% Q( K9 q& t9 XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' m0 L: N: F5 a7 w+ G' m- f7 J6 ^0 GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 C. L3 }8 D5 o, U/ P$ V, B& dYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 a+ f0 b: A" `7 T
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, Q; C7 l- f# N- t" ]& u: d$ uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) T B$ a) V8 x& ?' e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; s3 D. t. G9 X A; |6 MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) }7 t+ I3 ?( ~( x. G3 O, Z% uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 S- l1 G& \ T8 g
0 x. ~) F* X/ kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 R. b, [" \1 ~8 N. p
How you suffered for you sanity,
, E* y0 ~ s! j+ B8 g/ AHow you tried to set them free, 3 F; ^. b3 W8 `7 \
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 l: R/ {* C/ i9 `
Perhaps they never will. |
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