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: n( Y6 H6 z" r" _+ G; yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! g$ ^; G3 p* Y5 fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . B# @# v. W( p' @0 M y: s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, k; q* n8 p8 h' |" L7 W- K$ D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 o) L# a6 d) ]! b) a# B- k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ [8 d( Q: P& E) f2 E, yHow you suffered for you sanity,
; F& n0 o" u T" D5 kHow you tried to set them free,
. Y5 M* }. _2 R0 a( ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , n% x9 [8 M1 I f0 {% V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 M! g) X) |. m6 ]" c) _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ M; R! }- F- p) Q% P: A4 UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 D2 @/ P7 r* y9 h" C% e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' G! B. S4 M5 o, W3 Q9 ]' i0 E2 |
! v: J! S8 M3 z6 E4 H$ bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 q0 B' b8 }; {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* ?- m- t, P& ^# q9 BYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % Y/ c! t6 G- j
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 i) P `9 ] l( w9 N( y* c( UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; o4 ^" I! ?5 G- j4 k
: ]' D; [: H0 J* G8 WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; n S, ~$ | |( _7 U! Q" J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . ?$ c9 z- D- Z( x; j5 V2 m7 x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ [' B5 l7 Y( o8 s l0 EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 C0 o, v# S4 w; v1 e
2 r% \& ?0 n% ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & { I6 \+ C+ c B
How you suffered for you sanity,& a, H6 L. h$ G: e
How you tried to set them free,
. C- J7 D; D% IThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' _1 ]: G* x1 p( j8 V
Perhaps they never will. |
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