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9 w# a" b3 C, P2 tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ^5 m) q7 d7 e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 N9 T0 Z$ X9 Y% \" ?; Q- d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& [: ?4 ?7 v7 G6 @1 ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # r$ ]0 T! p8 k9 k5 G% |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 Z( Q' {/ X& x) X8 L/ FHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 L; U- b( c* c6 S/ M
How you tried to set them free,
4 e- S) |$ w3 y3 iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# d& P1 r) X. C3 |: G! GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 z+ p3 A' l2 ^* }+ T- x* b. b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 Z5 Q s/ W& R4 N8 f3 S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( W7 @" O/ y* u5 w, e+ n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. J$ ^' s7 a2 H! L! ^
) c3 Z' a6 n/ ] U; l' k8 ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - s# F: X4 [0 m7 e. b7 u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& @; ~* H7 E6 j/ ?5 d( O8 |You took your life as lovers ofter do, " `; k( I5 |& Z; I
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: G, @ f f, _( f8 T! ?! tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' d3 F' E- P9 `. y: V' L+ H
+ K# U) E3 k& Z( E; h: KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / a1 A( o: R. H% h* }4 f& U; F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, r$ S* j+ w0 G& i! ]4 ^4 Y4 pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + B3 f9 u$ _3 O' D* e5 ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ f7 M% u7 a; \* T6 F
. {+ p! V$ U( N# c; v) KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / k6 |% B5 F- B9 i* X
How you suffered for you sanity,. o# I' `9 D/ G4 n! J1 c
How you tried to set them free, ) T" u) N6 {7 r+ v
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' H3 F8 d" g. r; S6 p. pPerhaps they never will. |
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