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5 Q$ w. ? f; Y1 gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 h- i( P: }3 y! X/ oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ ], i4 u1 }* k( A& R! v# [7 |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% X/ _) n+ ?% P h' Q5 R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & V: ^ ~; F f+ @" _; i' C9 v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- `9 Z2 [, P1 n; j5 n6 Q3 G
How you suffered for you sanity, ! _2 Q/ U: T; m( ]% c, A
How you tried to set them free,
# ^! w% W# T$ a& c. jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; P$ c' [% J8 C# q9 M; T; V7 l/ @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + `* t2 ]3 w8 H) Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, o# u- [% W% ?$ S, G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, I- ~. P) C& Q3 M3 M1 M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " `% z- m4 O8 R$ B
6 m0 w1 ^' l' |! b. q9 A9 VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) I6 r/ q7 {$ n8 S1 X6 D: UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) D8 w% S- r6 y$ `
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: W# [, B) w+ [9 Y/ y8 T+ w' _* GBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 O' n* W/ @4 `' e# T# I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 t& F: h7 P$ M
. a: ]: a+ q T; m& r4 F# v% e' T5 [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 p: C# Y& r( n( W% {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + p. J$ ~4 D9 ]% C1 d1 R. K& C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 | e+ r* b: D s, ?7 ~+ QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 k" c' ^- j4 K' P, L* J- b: v& r
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 Q7 e: N) @$ t5 H, _& YHow you suffered for you sanity,
! ~; { t* f( i6 Z3 fHow you tried to set them free, ! s( P; ?2 R' ^* K% [
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 X# Y. C& ^' s6 J6 F( ZPerhaps they never will. |
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