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% T& F5 Q3 q- cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, s2 q& y6 o3 W" G, S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; t G$ u7 d1 @$ S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 S4 Q P- w5 T1 q: E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- i$ v1 v) c& y; R: s- vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. q p$ D6 C; i( l6 YHow you suffered for you sanity,
- h. G! |* V" b2 _/ \1 oHow you tried to set them free, , w0 a: N0 _9 w f( B0 [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 q( S8 P( S" P7 O( H( _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) I/ R# q$ ], F0 ]. {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% S% V* [! o' }' E) [) {7 ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( z0 [% v, H$ ]( O% D* r/ G: }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . O2 R$ t7 J Y: [: s: L
7 a8 _# s6 ]" U8 S# l' nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " [8 T* }. U+ K4 ~* a6 n+ h# C* P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 Y" D: n W* K6 Q6 q0 y! N6 x7 i4 aYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ T& _+ S. { f* u
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 E: h3 `% } h8 E4 lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( [6 w q: I# S- F" q# O
3 Y& P0 I0 _) ]1 SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; ~8 c& G ^0 |; |' ]4 mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! c7 l& `: q G4 j: p2 @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 b" @' g; V3 z& ~7 D6 K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! z1 u% U! }1 u$ B$ |, i& R: Q
. ` D7 l2 c6 n7 u! e' CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / R6 z" z: l2 S: b# O
How you suffered for you sanity,# i& {& N9 F* C3 L1 G
How you tried to set them free,
$ Q/ [; z% W$ O$ `$ [They would not listen they're not listening still, " @/ J) C. a0 S- Z/ U8 U5 m5 z0 Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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