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/ W2 Q b% t3 C/ D/ S% x' J8 oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, n2 s" F0 L' s- s% x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 e( [1 A$ g" v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 x( `9 c( I2 Q! p2 V4 o h4 d% {; S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ M+ T* Z: u, z4 S, N3 `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) _) ~# n; z* Q1 E; E) ]How you suffered for you sanity, 4 Q( L7 _( U; _
How you tried to set them free, ' o0 A/ x1 f( e0 Y. @, D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 t# G; c- I( F: FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" A5 V; M' P6 a4 G& a( r6 z$ X/ d6 kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , L' v/ T# [2 j) F; N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( \% ]* b3 b! W# ]; uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 b. w: L! w/ I+ B" }+ R# DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 j2 D4 }9 ~$ ^! o3 M/ }2 n% N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 \/ V: a" m6 h: S8 T
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- @' W/ V. x2 o# u3 U# p; Q4 H0 `But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 j8 j8 M5 D- o1 V2 [4 P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 `. n, P" L1 W2 K
7 }1 x8 b3 K8 u0 _& Q/ X( fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* q+ W/ e1 m. ]" G a. y0 IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' H6 b. p& j8 t2 q+ B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " v8 O- ^: O5 N9 G: M* H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 j. F4 ~. b9 S* x* l$ u6 @
; a6 d" Q2 w5 {0 vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( d/ y# k* u) Y3 x- M mHow you suffered for you sanity,
; ~ A! w. m5 z/ y! cHow you tried to set them free,
6 u. w3 p9 u4 ~They would not listen they're not listening still,
" }/ A3 N' t7 a) Z: s; W: bPerhaps they never will. |
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