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9 {& N2 p+ G1 d7 _ b0 XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, b2 \9 c+ S. } ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! @7 J0 w: D! ^: {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 s4 u; x5 }( P/ ~( lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : G H/ t# e3 G, U) p; O, {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 _( x) m* J1 ~7 `/ |How you suffered for you sanity,
1 Z* x/ L, _# d2 g+ |4 E7 iHow you tried to set them free, 8 C* p; I' {. V3 z! O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( a" Y" j+ P0 I3 E/ YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 Y. E9 l0 f+ {6 |+ y9 S$ X U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % @1 e5 H! e3 a2 _( O E' F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( ^' t- |, X3 y: a+ o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ A- J# P1 O" }/ y
8 r% B6 ]5 Z2 K/ u( K' U% ^1 HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 i+ |% w \: E6 r8 r3 p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . f, B: I+ P+ a7 a( O
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
`; w0 R h @ w5 x1 s" X& n2 gBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# S2 e, `0 t1 I. ?' [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & ~* q1 s% q" N7 j7 x
( g* V6 b3 @* |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 k, e: |) B/ x! G3 WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; H1 u, h" M5 T; p+ a, {( H# X- P1 Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : F3 a; y, x4 J/ I/ o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / A" ^& p+ |% d! [; }1 T, \, w
% \- \* `$ s9 n |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 ^1 H0 }) v uHow you suffered for you sanity,
" M0 e+ [2 F6 G+ D* ]5 b) f0 w* kHow you tried to set them free, " o; `; U2 b' H5 \$ v5 q$ h
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 [! Q3 L% ]; a, E. f
Perhaps they never will. |
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