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9 Y* x S) X. d" y' r# OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 R% W1 B$ t; f3 o. d1 W% S7 y7 eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' ^$ S; d2 Y; ]# Q; h" |3 A# |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( Q- b# t* h7 Y* ?7 c0 ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : _. H$ J) C' g! W5 y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 @7 j' }# e/ Z. y+ E
How you suffered for you sanity,
) h' g. f% U( m: M9 [$ kHow you tried to set them free, ' w! V1 E2 r' D. |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ u- {4 x; }3 `$ FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 }/ w' u& G5 USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 L& I7 Z6 C+ b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 A% A+ x! f/ Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( d* y* E4 G2 P0 H- I% ~8 N( P9 v9 gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : |5 N8 L: ~1 T( b$ [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; b$ d( k8 l: L
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 S6 \9 w8 S" i( J. }+ ~9 R9 p
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 w# O$ q" ]0 s+ n# j6 N# j& [# l; v8 W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * U6 T8 u4 t" f3 m, T1 Y
4 P% t3 o6 F4 n# m9 t; B) H8 K5 IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 m3 c7 k" x4 H- k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& Y% g; \) L/ j, ~* i2 ]6 cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + Y) w7 c4 |& @/ n* L4 z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; t+ R/ e. H3 e/ u8 T6 \! h
- }5 l: n |7 BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% @- f, J+ v- C& h5 m G0 z3 o/ mHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 h5 Q) E5 N/ a( r6 M. V0 sHow you tried to set them free,
$ M( D1 O- k1 gThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ j' m% r' S9 C8 b5 I4 M+ X+ e
Perhaps they never will. |
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