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& I) F( p- \. `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . M5 i! W0 T9 [% h; J5 n! K e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 u5 p& K* A- a0 ~& z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 i8 B) K$ r6 e: RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / B' F1 i8 C; H1 B8 q1 |5 K; N* c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' O% ^: C; o* ~* l7 G8 }8 f
How you suffered for you sanity, $ B. o, S& @2 ^! s5 A% N$ o
How you tried to set them free,
$ {2 p. W; E- o' w; v9 yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 U& O3 }% K6 G# c* gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. G; V3 G; {9 Y0 rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' R) C( C# v9 e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - P2 K1 r8 ]' f7 ~) I% S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # @* |* m; m. k' B* O9 j& X3 b
5 @; x) r) \% mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" s" T$ K- k* [+ EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! `8 T) }$ I( | U
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 u/ e7 y2 W7 @$ u
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ H: G* K' `3 N( g8 a$ n' P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 {7 w) K- V- e2 H" ]( o V
( H! w! ?. J# a! GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 {9 C8 Y$ G W6 t) V ?% r7 J# Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. x- z j R5 C4 @2 ~, ]7 xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( d1 t Z+ [/ {4 oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : B, n+ x ~3 a- ]) S' y" U2 F
q# b0 C* f- u2 e" B k- M- O; U9 g& ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# d3 H( z* f3 ]0 h) O% Q d0 z! `How you suffered for you sanity,
9 m% @. F+ B. O% X- b1 MHow you tried to set them free,
4 T6 Q6 T" s" ~7 I' RThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' a4 Q8 j+ {; R# Q6 g/ y
Perhaps they never will. |
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