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8 N. M4 ^5 W2 f. o; a4 b/ jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / ~5 |5 L0 B; o/ @, E/ X% Q8 o e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* K2 g4 h6 p2 LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 b6 n6 L% I) A6 ~) j* l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . o! l' p; N2 z$ O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' \" K; q S9 w1 l4 s; jHow you suffered for you sanity, # m, N1 @ i" Z* [) w- T7 Z
How you tried to set them free,
/ q6 w" ]. ]% oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ {( e. `( _9 A( c) j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 w- J6 B7 i) \ l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) v0 d7 U7 A, I) s/ `) z iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / h, y8 H( Z5 g g/ v' {8 m8 p
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; j2 b1 I6 k4 j4 L
) _0 x- M1 Y( F+ @For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 t$ ^' ?: X0 A& @9 MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " n$ z/ D/ k6 c/ @9 ?$ P" m) O
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" Q% V! n7 J! Q7 F g& NBut I could have told you, Vincent, " _1 x w, h8 C; E4 ~2 ]# |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % k4 B9 u. E1 u( L. e% {3 @
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - d% t+ M+ L, K5 g$ r4 v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : U, ^* x8 w+ l0 g( U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ L) F7 N3 ?4 g6 d! v; EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * f1 }' V- V, B
1 H/ a. ?0 F0 b; d/ Y8 W: C0 E: ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 v" |- r4 F8 s0 S/ N) D9 OHow you suffered for you sanity,) e- U; ~$ [5 w- k
How you tried to set them free, * T+ M! w5 s0 q& O4 F M% I2 p( G
They would not listen they're not listening still, / Y) F) K: z2 D) e9 ^+ p( R
Perhaps they never will. |
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