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/ f, ]* ~: I6 e5 p5 n. y) r- Y3 QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 o: O4 S0 W7 A7 S( O3 l/ |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) l( C4 {" f. Z. ~! e* m& u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, e8 i" w0 J# @. q" X; _/ b2 Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # v6 _* d- t9 F) {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 g( s& T- ~% s; Q/ F" T7 kHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 ]. T/ F) k6 C5 ?5 k
How you tried to set them free, o3 L& T- Z5 u9 D7 ^. ]5 a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 H8 ]7 e4 v* A& _ nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: I- R2 R+ B2 Z- A: h5 mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 T0 f; g1 U# pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: A5 N% l' ]' m0 u# A) VWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. a4 `1 P- ? D5 k9 Q9 p- J
/ b1 w* M) J# X: h5 \! X# N( EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + H1 E7 a* r- F7 E) d! ^$ {# x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, _: y0 a, w' A9 P% k
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * r. E, _, ~+ _" ~
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; B, m1 j1 |! q8 YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; U( f& t) r7 c/ m; W$ \
6 _' S9 G7 h2 ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
v1 n/ k5 { G" h) q NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 w5 a# r5 [! r# E( A6 v. B6 n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & G9 y6 Y( [( u6 m% t6 Q" b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 H' P- F7 I, _
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% _5 G0 _9 j% c) AHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 E" c* `/ M5 j3 E3 T0 }0 O1 CHow you tried to set them free, 1 y" z9 S4 [$ v1 {2 o) h5 M
They would not listen they're not listening still, - N6 L0 C$ S4 F
Perhaps they never will. |
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