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6 j9 f8 j# R" ^ [& L4 g) ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 D' T' y2 v8 E5 `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ o; w# Q4 q! L8 q' G! e5 b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 b7 H+ g& R8 E8 k. k$ ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; G( t2 w1 B4 u& LNow I understand what you tried to say to me, c& D% I# s8 `) ~/ `
How you suffered for you sanity,
; W: M; h7 F0 K5 z) zHow you tried to set them free,
, T% N! ^8 D7 i7 ~2 OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 @1 E' ]* i6 S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 t( o, t7 w- b8 Q; k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( F$ R* m5 m; J1 T$ k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 R8 p9 y5 [& T5 t6 h: I/ xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 C: U9 n' b% ^ w) K/ h4 j- t
; G* `7 g, e& h& {3 B8 EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 D7 y7 i. ^/ S8 H: F* O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* p& T2 e% J8 M* D3 { OYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: n0 o7 e6 E; M) J* Z+ G' PBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; f9 }2 Q1 d8 @$ ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % ^% W3 o2 M6 q5 z+ Y
( N+ q9 z' U' E$ B6 p/ IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' [, i" N! P" A- \5 UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . ?+ o4 r& Q( ~ _/ G: U- D: b, `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 }$ j2 M) y) F$ E7 {. d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 ^6 ?& t* B" ^% w' M
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ X3 C! J" F9 \$ h1 B) }; t4 c0 MHow you tried to set them free, - W# `3 h! p( y* M7 u* q4 }. r) U
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 H: \& I; q1 H& \3 S* s! X
Perhaps they never will. |
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