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6 X. x) }6 Y( L8 C0 k* FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* n6 d y7 G4 S- s5 o+ @" ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( T# j) p: S" B5 u& u4 dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 f" R q6 A5 _. `3 V% v9 q x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % i! o/ Y6 Q( t2 W+ g0 }" z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, O: |/ ]( m. ]+ {6 R, N5 M
How you suffered for you sanity, * t9 k$ ~8 I& t6 A) c
How you tried to set them free,
1 D' O& [! C8 I9 o! YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : f- l# \. S1 ]0 m8 b5 b' _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 b' U) v' s* Y, c T- RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / s: t6 ^- {) Y) _, ^6 a- j7 F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 j ]- y" K! s: y/ j% V2 AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " y. ]" J1 w! I- W7 e
+ ?+ O- J+ u0 r/ _: D! y1 m! AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / j y& d/ Z. s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + g6 x3 H% _: {( N, p/ ]" p
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 { W* t$ J8 T" _* X, M/ [7 kBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, i1 j- h: f" N+ \8 B7 t B' PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 q& [# X# c6 O7 w+ m
1 u9 q# l3 K; P- T* g1 VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 X6 a% m5 y7 M0 }+ Q; b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 X" D% j, `+ B; a1 ]/ x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, @% Y2 O. B* }( p, z# GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 O; m6 I |& s4 N9 [0 B4 C& N+ c8 p
3 W& M4 J& t7 |5 Q2 [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / R% j; H; M" }0 o$ t$ i+ @( E9 F
How you suffered for you sanity,
# V: J V$ } I7 C- AHow you tried to set them free,
+ ^8 g+ c( s `" iThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! {- [+ z8 c+ f- t6 z$ [9 H$ A1 ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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