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" c2 E5 j7 Q. U$ r- yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' R0 w) a) {- Q# z8 cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; l/ K7 V3 K# ] O: w( k: |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 `% j" p) X7 Z2 ~# g# aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & O$ F/ |6 o. n* K+ \% O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 g+ |2 q3 f5 D! ?- eHow you suffered for you sanity, - C7 }3 w$ L4 f; V
How you tried to set them free,
$ i- @7 j) w8 Y! E' c, vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # P) S8 L' C0 ~7 F" ?$ E( V& w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- U( W$ ] F9 r1 ^/ s) JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) [& F1 G2 g& ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 G( r* t+ N! {Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & u) D& `& S+ |" v4 { N8 o
% `( f7 d: U* rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; z$ Y$ K4 H3 h: R" r( i: vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& U0 `' p; e: B# gYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # ]- p S. n- h( l
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 }$ z' v e' u, kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 ~; P- Y5 z; \% y
2 a: c5 b+ O7 w/ \" VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& Z( a ~1 g8 j# _4 {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + ?. Q* q& T: U' o) R6 w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 m, F0 v+ S0 A9 ?( i- l8 R) c2 x$ \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, E4 }5 ^" l1 Z9 O- {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % D$ t% f4 r" O9 s/ r- Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 E0 q* ?0 Z! H* B' hHow you tried to set them free,
. q; n# t7 o; V- q& r" j ~They would not listen they're not listening still, * s" p; X. P- d$ p! k! o/ r
Perhaps they never will. |
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