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9 j* o4 S8 T- }% S0 F4 r8 `5 eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 v2 J$ f8 ?9 y$ o. L& Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / W! ~- k( F0 Z+ M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 C# Z. s, B R5 g0 f! Y2 OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ X7 G9 r' f! fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ B, v1 l. I( r1 A" bHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 t/ k* z5 g1 H$ VHow you tried to set them free, ' z8 w5 Z4 H' l, e6 F8 c. q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ M/ v" A" W oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
@4 e" I# J8 ]! l jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' H8 ?3 Y( W, w$ m! n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% y, m* P7 z4 R5 d+ S5 F8 Q: yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( ?/ Y/ U+ j ^3 J' i/ F
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # Z( h# c7 @8 J6 M: y% ]; {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, f2 i C6 c1 U+ ~- H$ K
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 x! l+ C) A0 `3 n4 ABut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 H0 O- G; T4 P, O' S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 o% m" H" h! O: n5 u: S5 M& b
/ L2 g* J: L# ]/ `0 OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! B: t/ X4 ]/ y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( p3 |2 O; J* X: _3 k0 ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: _4 T, d0 w6 Q( {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & N$ j9 o- m# q
) n: }' S# V4 iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! Y7 _% ]9 b8 }; ?3 P) n
How you suffered for you sanity,
O8 R2 o0 W. jHow you tried to set them free,
* z' x/ ?( l, M( j' ]" h( E; dThey would not listen they're not listening still, * a9 j- o- |+ L; j3 Y$ S4 A! @6 k# b
Perhaps they never will. |
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