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; m+ y/ t8 s" U. E! U( vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 ^& g) h( s- n( T& z/ U- d8 ^9 b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 |. p1 X: \5 h) n7 D# |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* w+ D( D+ W& N# k. G* j+ U# FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 S- A q9 G; H! k9 H' x6 g- gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 I# W/ w$ }! h/ H% T5 p) G
How you suffered for you sanity,
. o; Z( O) _! p( |1 A9 Q4 [How you tried to set them free, ) l1 N5 J: }. o; F2 |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, Y( P( m8 o) Q0 F$ f1 zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ A0 \! e- f% D8 \4 E) P: n2 o1 tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - F. F; u* \2 R6 H( |3 y# S; N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . e9 `1 }# D2 L: E+ u b: ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / q& U6 u1 y( q2 V8 ? }
# f; @+ Z: X) ~ v2 ^* ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ o. g& y- u0 _/ i" yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 g; o4 I6 _7 c+ V# e
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 F0 D0 m7 S$ p+ x: V" T8 O3 _* a
But I could have told you, Vincent, / q& U- _( h$ c. [' ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : w/ }- X4 P7 y3 f c
! P- k; Z" }, }5 }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 m2 ^7 O9 q7 U( G% ?1 s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + Q+ w, G- j- f) Z% g8 K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 {& D l9 x* x7 a6 S/ [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 v+ D2 o! I* s" i8 I& i# l" ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
! ?/ f2 h- X) |8 p3 i3 t' GHow you tried to set them free, - V `' |' V7 `" Z
They would not listen they're not listening still, : l2 H! B& s: w! V; t e
Perhaps they never will. |
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