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; m y9 G/ ?5 xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + X/ F+ N! x7 \9 J. x3 j; x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - o. p! S% ^0 W: o: U' R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ p: n* \5 g/ Z1 t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 s; h+ g# Y+ F ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. o" t+ z6 \3 n# E$ FHow you suffered for you sanity, $ j: b$ A' ^1 _4 u: g3 @5 Z
How you tried to set them free, 1 \) r2 s5 I1 d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, S W, t4 | h) L* KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . [, }1 o z+ N0 n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " k$ X8 n5 R6 \% ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ D1 n, {& @9 T" }/ }1 c# @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' D+ P' N$ }, \2 i. e
, ^% b2 R y9 F, [$ QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ i) E5 H7 u2 c3 I! `' N0 QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 t! Y: V, s7 ~. F# W
You took your life as lovers ofter do, `7 ~# d: k$ M" `9 ]
But I could have told you, Vincent, : @6 j- f3 V9 V8 |4 c; U% b# q7 y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( M: u* D+ g/ o: p2 u
; k$ C A+ ^& ]: dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, @/ \3 M) F7 x6 e/ N; N' L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 f# Z" U8 {0 R, F( ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & r9 y8 H, M3 `) ?+ {# [# R+ I2 i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. `5 a2 l3 y; V: k& H+ y4 q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 d" Z6 R; R c: C- Q% M& @How you suffered for you sanity,
& e- c W0 Q o1 { m' vHow you tried to set them free, : e- e: M& X' m/ V" U
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 [$ Y5 N$ z' A
Perhaps they never will. |
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