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" o; B9 M& r+ S0 T6 Y+ f0 UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, n( B( u; u0 X" W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! I$ f! U9 d p: S9 MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 ~1 {; q/ \ vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. k. a7 V' g1 \9 R! x* v9 Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' r( a. j2 o. J4 d+ N. n- r8 YHow you suffered for you sanity, ( p2 R+ d1 e1 _3 C
How you tried to set them free, / f; s' P" Q* \+ y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' ]2 u q$ c/ O% j0 b. L" p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 X9 b$ a9 v0 A( ^8 r. m- a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 f6 J1 o& w1 w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . o4 m" g" D; }$ u6 q5 f) I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 v1 l/ O1 d& E* K' S( Y8 YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) V3 _3 U+ ~. ?7 B' ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 l5 |1 A- x6 ~ u. y" [$ H1 y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 q, m0 i2 B" I* P3 c( Z! B0 gBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! R) }0 F: _+ s3 n6 ]# ^* B- M% o m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & R+ t% f7 l. N7 }1 O
4 s* o+ U n. wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, W/ ~9 Y! [. }: ]* a1 j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % _* v3 l. [4 q$ O. e+ T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 I$ u3 X9 S* h( A8 t2 {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,
7 B8 G" v; D7 e$ wHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 ?' v6 Z6 U( M/ g. w& [- k9 H0 GHow you tried to set them free,
& d5 d3 d/ x: Y4 I: H3 jThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 c `( G% J; o/ Y6 F5 y) s: z: X
Perhaps they never will. |
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