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Post N° 10

Nostalgia della mia città. Genova

Starry starry night,
paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills, in colours on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for you sanity How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry starry night,
flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of chine blue
Colours changing hue, morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
Starry starry night,
 paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodil's
Catch the breeze and the winter chills, in colours on the snowy linen land.
For they could not love you, but still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night
You took your life as lovers often do,
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
Starry, starry night,
portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for you sanity How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they're not listening still
Pheraphs they never will.