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7 Z0 p) A& t$ h5 W1 GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: {: y9 W0 S& z3 a% h- ^" _$ {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& W% O- ^4 s" B' x9 _9 E. I- vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 u9 t2 ]3 R! vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 K$ e: a+ v2 {% l, R. XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- u; Q1 b* {/ ?3 j
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ v6 m- O. d* A7 y4 \0 j( l0 @How you tried to set them free, ) o6 B9 r/ r3 z3 t7 I& B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; b8 k5 j6 e' r1 m, R1 u" S$ N3 s% [# dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' _* J% P, |* a3 s/ r. @3 b; O3 @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 P% Y$ v! j7 {) d: {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- h. O+ _6 s& u- [. o' B: AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ R& W- t) a% p. \8 F4 c
& j$ h* G. n; k( hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 w6 R3 Y6 p6 G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" M+ u4 a/ e& F* |5 n/ v4 u. fYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) u! u3 \ b, r c' o2 |
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 N- [0 j; E k; D9 p/ @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 F4 k- s. O& j* y$ S0 _& c5 R
* t2 C) `) k1 ^3 q5 V4 JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& q ^# E; E$ y$ o `# _# SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 s3 S( E) |$ _8 iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' t% {5 c: Y/ @, a* Y7 K$ B8 h5 N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% L) P- b& X& O# I1 }4 V& ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 L9 }) C7 e2 [1 ~6 z/ [
How you suffered for you sanity,# V& J4 v! k; r# F
How you tried to set them free,
* N& {; |1 S2 L4 y1 ?They would not listen they're not listening still, $ {/ K, w8 Q/ B2 D$ c' b
Perhaps they never will. |
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