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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 c7 D" Y e" m( Z& J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + U$ x2 |8 \7 N4 \. J L6 p, c& `4 a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) W! {2 @5 `; I: }: P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 \/ ~- H' T7 b8 i8 }% ]+ x7 o% uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. n( x9 v# W7 iHow you suffered for you sanity,
" E) m6 n- ?1 p" X7 e7 a( r; q/ I- RHow you tried to set them free, $ y! T7 d1 M4 F9 V+ r4 s% s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 R! D, w, f3 R9 gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / t4 R: D9 ]8 \3 o" D0 c r& Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' d. b, J; U6 m4 p1 o8 y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( w) G; u; x, W3 zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' K3 n% H5 B' {# r1 x: A8 E
4 m" v( S# q% s/ M1 @For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( c1 j- J& K" B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 W6 v3 Y, h* H+ P! I+ gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 g+ i# z/ k' O% v* f$ s2 q4 cBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 `, f- s0 P; U, ~, ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % s; U# h' Y) r$ u
: r# R$ Z; r. ?6 v7 D$ _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 f* ?' K S' u5 q+ \: ^. G/ |9 ^7 L6 j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 S8 O- j, f6 B( sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- U- i: Q' S3 }' i: h2 JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! T, s% s4 p0 a8 @8 T
/ P$ l6 O1 e8 N* XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% m6 Z0 T+ Q4 {% L5 V/ DHow you suffered for you sanity,5 ^% m, o$ m% Q
How you tried to set them free, . T8 w/ o( d/ [: t
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' U/ N7 u L ]! W4 K( T) Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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