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. {3 |3 e! O: J3 z7 f# E% g% oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 l4 g- u5 [' y7 u" e2 e: z$ _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ p/ u y! R, _- }" r/ }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( a1 N1 U7 P; Y- cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; F1 B- `$ x2 {' c; H }( E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& U' L y* w- I' C1 dHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 l' }* v, z8 S, G0 c) cHow you tried to set them free, 4 ]' @/ J9 [6 I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! y- D6 V! ~9 o4 i8 U$ t7 ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; |: S) i! q. x( ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # _9 O7 |$ u" \6 n" j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # D9 @2 h4 ?% }$ p& f# d3 z; c. _% ~, u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. i# B2 V ]! t d7 r0 e- u- V( [& ?
$ Z2 B! I# `* F0 jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - W7 p$ r: ?1 h! f" X- V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ e; ^1 r0 W# z( w4 p! r8 \You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 e; N$ d! h) ~) m3 |
But I could have told you, Vincent, % A' T) F2 h5 K1 [% i! K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 t9 h, I* U' X
2 A9 O' B5 ~& Y c& gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, a3 v8 H F. e+ V6 I1 X4 x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 l7 }0 K6 ?$ n* I1 ^# V8 uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ d+ a/ P& U5 r
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 d3 D$ g( H* @
How you suffered for you sanity,/ f* L# L- A- O0 J" r3 Y: L
How you tried to set them free,
4 v ^5 i. K$ Q! w7 U6 RThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# D" n$ c' ?4 q9 B( F* ]Perhaps they never will. |
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