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% s# g6 g& _( NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + V+ n |6 H8 s. `6 c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 P8 Y; W; \2 M9 _+ x! }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. q9 e& O2 B6 O, P1 f9 H2 g4 DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 ?9 \4 N8 k2 P5 ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ R: d6 I7 j$ q3 o6 S# zHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 \2 Q0 N/ l aHow you tried to set them free, 0 Y: u9 }5 O( C E1 H/ K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. j& c: L9 k; d# Y( a5 |. qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - Z! D7 P9 O8 m( f2 M r# J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" y# K0 K2 l% \2 uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( R7 c5 R- @1 Y4 R7 m: a5 Z, g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - V3 `1 Y( {) @$ [* L* z
0 i9 s, o0 S c% Y7 cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 I' w9 V4 q4 s, s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / G3 m e0 K+ @! K4 m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ U9 X P0 T$ _9 }: e/ V1 m: bBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) n; ?! L" g6 C; NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; D3 A j/ N! k+ z
4 ?5 }; T) ~$ u* Z( gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 y( I! R) a( K' ^$ J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % F& f2 X: l0 X: ]: k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ ?$ @ I5 m- k) A8 n( [7 vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. s3 n% u% B6 F4 A( @, ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 o s: n- Q' ?( S( l# ]; R
How you suffered for you sanity,( \2 O! c1 V* Z9 ?7 f! r; y
How you tried to set them free, $ h5 @, C* o/ ^8 l( H. m, {
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 g, X, b1 k+ p" ]8 @
Perhaps they never will. |
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