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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - N( B9 S! q- J: g) S* E4 V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 x7 a6 x0 K t1 ]+ L; y+ t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ ^% b$ l1 s. d6 j/ WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 @1 k T8 _0 t# I2 _" l- p5 Y- {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 F* C; m% S; E* wHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 t0 u9 ~6 p& l% }7 IHow you tried to set them free,
0 s# F3 F: H, [8 ^* N6 FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. y: F& p( \+ q9 s7 }( ?" U" w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 n' b3 C6 J0 w; O5 VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ D6 ~! s8 [; s x& u' `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 L9 L, {: A# C' Z0 dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ G( m. ^; ^# s5 U: R d# e, `+ D
9 w4 H3 F) z/ JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 M4 X Y. N7 E) d5 x# p. z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; E! T3 e) w+ @5 B& |
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 P6 G& b/ N& n' T
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; G5 z# A: ^" y. V8 r0 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; }" {3 d5 S3 q* e7 P ^' C- _
% Y. l% w2 {! [5 s5 K- qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 L: t, V4 m; |. P$ k( }! b$ fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ w* w, v7 N6 b. {% q- Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
d. F% u0 D2 L% m7 j8 l; GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) @) z" V; s) V" Z1 t, o
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 Q1 S/ Y7 T8 y8 XHow you suffered for you sanity,8 ?1 H0 h E" b9 w
How you tried to set them free, $ L# z6 q: V9 F3 m
They would not listen they're not listening still, , }3 V I6 f8 z& G) E3 @; H
Perhaps they never will. |
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