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* T3 g4 R: F2 ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, J1 S1 }8 n& p$ l1 E/ j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . h; _5 m9 a& O, H" c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 W! b, l, t- B5 }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' q. t' ?& ?0 I/ j. o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- a: I+ H0 q7 _* xHow you suffered for you sanity, - t1 E8 ~/ ]# c: N5 `1 P8 F
How you tried to set them free,
7 y+ I% q- b7 E+ O9 YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ }# Y( ^6 f6 c; J! p3 xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 V6 W" f, ]/ w1 D* v/ b; j4 P5 v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' r' b* z$ H+ A EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " o2 _& ^' H% P* N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. U. Q" f/ C) g
D/ N+ b- G! v) WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / ]" K" W& [" x( N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& w" ?# R$ d; r, _& g+ z+ u' ~You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 ^) O1 |* X' S$ J3 H/ P0 {
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: z( J) y3 L# {7 _3 y6 vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & [3 P+ b: G; F8 u6 K5 Q$ I1 J
5 r' u; k9 O! x# q4 U6 n9 m) DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 s8 W- T7 ~1 c- V' V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ q3 k) U& `$ Z6 s) @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) |# y* C/ o) O H4 yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( @. E7 ?. U( b: V& q
8 T+ |# ?+ I: n1 n. kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' M* R( C [/ M: }8 p3 x# @How you suffered for you sanity,' o: D* s8 x5 h# Z/ O
How you tried to set them free, # H$ k: `1 u7 d/ z9 d$ [0 F% Y. {) {
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) {5 j$ L) r: S9 @3 |' B Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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