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* A v6 L5 r$ {% u4 RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 F8 L; y3 s, ~! `6 j/ ]. |9 v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 k! P9 I; }0 Z( V8 i: ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& B- T+ a; P( p4 A2 ?6 v3 w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * F! {, O2 d/ x+ `# c9 z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 x9 O5 {5 \' q+ u
How you suffered for you sanity,
% P' Y. q2 {5 J/ W* x( SHow you tried to set them free,
# ^4 j. D2 Y7 j! fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 k4 t+ ], S5 Z0 n) h3 JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 S5 u4 s5 x. I3 ^% V YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 Q+ {" }4 `, f+ s" k, tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " |# K6 m4 }! Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " E$ C" `4 X3 K6 V7 I0 v
& ~2 {0 c1 q. v$ L3 J) H2 `" ]' i5 iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' a9 y& V& N* F! V( l HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. g5 X: X. n5 K, p& @( s# bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 Y6 R' f0 l0 C, V0 G& P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( w( q- X5 T _3 F( @5 V8 EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % D/ l Y) C' u. R8 |1 M8 M' T
0 C5 }# Q" @2 `$ t4 W" lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% f% I- Y }+ z8 `" {/ x6 c' ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ c: C0 F$ {! ~0 ` }$ N# B$ WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 P. X* E( K& ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( U- W% {* p6 c" K2 R# K
* t0 Y3 Q, o0 Y8 k" c' VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, # ^* z, }& o' t {0 ^3 M
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ W/ e8 t/ }/ O: r- i/ _How you tried to set them free, # M2 a, i) V' S; W( O3 V
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! h/ G$ K5 x. s% D2 S4 Q4 X
Perhaps they never will. |
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