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% k' o# M! I. F" |( K8 e: I/ bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : v# }9 t, O( o" Q. R9 v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# ~; S# J, B3 r; m5 J" Q AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ L% S- k: _0 g1 {" ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 g/ P& @. j5 O5 _/ h1 d& ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: W% `) B3 h. E3 O' U/ Q( l; ^& {How you suffered for you sanity,
: g7 P" q1 {6 _! W5 m- h* V9 C* S8 n( uHow you tried to set them free,
" x! E3 l# @5 e% U% I/ L6 N, vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 E. T, g: ^9 [4 S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 A/ w8 y& N& T- H/ u5 eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) C/ a& L% [8 n) K2 JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ s7 k, V# v8 u/ iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 O& L3 K* _$ S& O* y; C
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 P1 ?9 U/ m6 X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & {( i& r0 h# R5 l( I, E
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 |; c) M' |4 b3 c. M3 L1 z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 Y; t) q4 G0 r( R) ]* }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 b# K3 E( m, \2 |! h6 Z
8 b: B3 U& H: U$ R. SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , ~3 D) `9 O% d0 O6 w& r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 E0 }1 x& ~6 Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ D! g- H7 X3 rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + i; p" \# A$ D
5 i# c$ o( |) Q' G, N( S9 V7 r- ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " \/ }1 N8 n: R' ]- B9 m
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 l& @/ C3 F6 t& i& rHow you tried to set them free, / c3 c9 m" _; ~0 M7 h
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! b9 F, j0 ]7 F
Perhaps they never will. |
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