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/ P5 p0 j# x1 A6 j5 FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; Y( c) @6 k8 w: l7 l/ d5 U& r8 E2 w3 f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ t! ~4 {& `9 P4 H: E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 t) J2 g5 ?! O# [( K0 n5 D% A/ @ t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 Y6 _7 D6 h8 Z" F' s9 ]" t: VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 z+ f: ^ k7 N9 ]! `How you suffered for you sanity, & I. y1 D7 I+ ^ v
How you tried to set them free,
' i) {; Q' v0 P6 u( C! U# r x: ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 }$ ?2 w) }5 j4 O! OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' f8 n* {6 L+ h! _+ ?, E) iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' Q% @- C3 k5 x1 Y" l0 @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 [- f6 a+ [, R6 g1 w! U( [$ l- a) n) R9 QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; ~( e+ _. m; I2 D1 L5 j, F
; R6 Y B# {3 `5 X0 G# uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + V) v- r/ y- C6 {& j% }" Q' a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 V4 ]8 }8 K9 _6 s: g" J
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / n9 L+ n9 ~( I6 _* X
But I could have told you, Vincent, # v c+ M: }3 B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " ?% {- e7 F' a" C: E
5 |8 f) d W; m- M( a# i+ Z) fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 }2 \* ]' F) J% @; i/ x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 n8 O- S6 P. F9 R1 o& ?$ o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! n% L7 j: p& \4 ^! X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 D( R) d' B _' [9 H0 d* w
0 s7 }7 N, I+ p b! n" n! GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 c2 D( e/ g4 N8 P, B7 VHow you suffered for you sanity,8 b* j; l/ @/ {- ?! ^. ]) W, F
How you tried to set them free,
( h# E% b7 w$ P: F( ^They would not listen they're not listening still, ' B4 c" U1 E6 z% D/ i
Perhaps they never will. |
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