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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 K9 \9 {8 S" _) E5 aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " w7 H3 B6 H8 i0 c! v" X* N- h. Z& \6 H( U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 t$ z( H% O+ f' V" e1 L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' v0 A+ q, k- B+ NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 Q% I3 l2 V9 ~9 U z+ x+ y1 N+ Z) _How you suffered for you sanity, 0 Q% O: L! B- t3 L" f
How you tried to set them free, / e; s# e& C3 x4 e1 H5 v4 {. Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: G' f1 ~$ x- z; ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. b _; U3 S, N1 s( x5 ]& LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ n7 j1 L, n) ^% d6 `/ O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & Y3 s: ?4 ]) w1 J% S6 r" w8 W! L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 O3 A" C! E/ z6 P( t, p
# d2 h7 x X9 S$ R+ O/ d: T& \For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 m4 n5 {; P9 D$ }6 n+ e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, s0 L8 {. Q9 j+ k, i) y( l
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 Y0 {5 c/ ~/ f9 n' O
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ ]: e0 S% H( H4 b1 fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " p! O5 Z' `& O5 \0 ]
* O3 V( G; ^! l# `) jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! J. y( z" I- b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' x! k- Z; ]' i! @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: D0 _" A! v4 R4 qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # ^& P- k3 C6 t2 n- I
: B( @. I7 {; _3 |3 \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ e5 `3 M) i" Q6 c+ c6 @9 j0 y
How you suffered for you sanity,
( d6 ~) S+ }' {7 b. L) g& V! ZHow you tried to set them free, ' g% i. P- @( Z# c
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 Z) h/ @3 F" d) Z- ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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