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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % m$ P) m( i/ }+ |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & ]7 Y/ J$ }- i, z" i6 B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 ~( n' `7 Z3 z4 ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) u! y" E+ ^+ R0 h( Y2 zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 D8 R: i) ], `/ n8 q
How you suffered for you sanity,
& J/ T0 v$ z% y* u: i! v# i1 D1 E! RHow you tried to set them free, . Q; S2 h" y& [- S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ H$ N0 m( g2 w) M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 J$ {' B6 _% v; T& t1 _# E# {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' K0 d, I* b$ e8 ^/ VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, E1 T+ r0 l0 ^$ [. hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & r8 z7 |& y2 f/ T/ r7 L
: `# t2 C" Q4 V$ fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) L, G$ |) ~0 D# G: c( AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + H K% L1 M$ l/ w" I2 g
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' T) _7 o( Q& o. I/ M. O- A3 h& b8 ^' W
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( g. x& h" n8 I# d% I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 V+ z2 p/ a% l3 |
4 ^( _' N: u/ v$ W1 [, n6 I! x* PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ A1 f e. O* Z0 A: F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) C. W7 g P% X& n- `6 F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + w$ {! A" Q( b- j' R+ B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & z8 a. s- D( I& D4 k" O
& B. A4 W4 E9 fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + b8 m; O0 p. p$ q' w c
How you suffered for you sanity,
. b9 f2 w: q2 {4 q3 X. THow you tried to set them free,
! r) U. h% y# yThey would not listen they're not listening still, & g- ^. E) \1 o, C* Z$ ]4 R! ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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