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+ f) ]- v+ w7 F9 U; uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 ]- k0 H+ b0 I8 D9 y+ F9 P% lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 k/ `! a: X) x4 \! P& b8 K0 O2 J* s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 N* N& v1 _/ \( e# UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 V% h4 p& N3 m' u$ K+ r3 [. O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# C. {1 M2 f' |2 VHow you suffered for you sanity,
' k0 D, C3 S1 ]& wHow you tried to set them free, 5 F0 L! x: V* `# _+ A' _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , B0 d, l* }* ~2 z" l0 `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 ]" F8 M' j! C: a6 K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % F, [* F3 k: A8 l5 {; b4 H8 {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( f( U4 ~( ` ~, ^5 W, M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & C- j4 y+ p% ^
3 m" _6 C9 k: m+ m, pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 N& v' {7 \' |& |& b9 a# H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * a$ c8 O4 {9 ^4 }8 O/ o
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 o1 ?7 O1 j% F6 C8 c8 [
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( R7 F( p# y I- C, `5 x( g6 WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; q* ?: X3 W/ D
" m2 Q. C6 r& L$ \. g& S9 z. C i" SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) n* z( _4 j2 |+ z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 q& k, U/ X( r" k) w* W4 r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( i/ Y0 ?7 |8 P7 R* v; K$ i6 P rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* [% B9 K/ x+ n3 m) R: A& ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" A5 O. S2 H' a! SHow you suffered for you sanity,) G9 g+ _2 U8 i1 G+ T. r' M$ Y
How you tried to set them free, ' w( Q+ f; ]; B7 \+ S* G
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 C+ N) a! ], w( p; Y% }
Perhaps they never will. |
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