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/ [; g& q& Y9 W/ A, X D* IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; k4 Q1 k4 A9 B- C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # X8 j+ x' P$ H, {- K, j6 F, A* ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 V0 l% S" F" B6 b s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) v) f' ~: U n6 {7 l/ K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! S3 m6 Z, S6 u2 Z2 a' Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ {$ K9 A# T+ e: r- j( K. ]How you tried to set them free, 1 r) a6 s( a9 r, `8 I0 a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + V- S- d. i. ? A* @ A( }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + [0 x1 `$ ]$ }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / X* L& c) g! A% D$ P' `1 H; N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' v2 P. p, R6 p9 X; T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * L2 C/ \1 M! Z8 A6 u
) x/ M+ {( W+ l& q3 E7 }For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + E6 V' |/ s! Z4 {; J/ v7 M2 |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) ~) Y$ T9 k$ r8 @+ S% Q' Q$ YYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - o" M, A Y" r* \% f" }6 A
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 U t% ^/ K9 p' x% U# K D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " [8 K' ~; a: y. u1 \
1 c3 l& C, ~1 f4 k( o+ sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 \$ o- F2 f6 i: E2 d& A j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , o4 d' o- r' p }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ e, q) d8 B2 g* d o( s/ \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 p J1 O4 g! v. F" vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 i& i2 d6 ]0 c3 _7 i8 T# ^& EHow you suffered for you sanity,- N3 m7 m( D6 J7 K. x1 ~
How you tried to set them free,
3 @( A8 F5 Z# U3 ^6 YThey would not listen they're not listening still, , J2 N! {* A/ u* H; \+ |
Perhaps they never will. |
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