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% K/ Y2 X4 b5 v- P% P0 }4 \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. k8 I- }6 j; ~1 O" hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 A0 p3 H, |/ L; _9 g2 R6 U+ `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# f9 q. k! q+ Q7 G$ MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & g' c7 u0 O; t& ~5 w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 { [0 n/ T+ c) a2 ~How you suffered for you sanity,
. v3 M+ `, W5 @: B" ?# bHow you tried to set them free, - @+ s! K# S0 O) E9 c2 q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 F( ^' G. ?# p" q G- Q4 KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 Q, }. S E' Q/ _4 cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . B3 @1 x: G4 e' [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 X0 G7 e+ x# T- b' g3 {
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 L2 L" m9 K! A% ^8 J+ t
7 u, |" y1 u3 Y* v( Y& t* c) v1 OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 Q, J4 S$ H* E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # ~2 m$ r) G8 L& D
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 i) ?8 x/ J- d$ ?3 B% DBut I could have told you, Vincent, " R4 f' X9 Y S& I, E; ]0 B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; Y0 k2 M2 Z# a3 G' Q X$ i
5 k/ v; w/ J9 t. Y+ T" ]+ NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / Y" F8 {% [% b, v5 a4 I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( x N' n3 G1 i* p1 U0 ^* Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( _$ B- V' x3 W* `" v" _1 @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, ' h+ C; Y s: W" x+ a
How you suffered for you sanity,' N$ L7 H7 S5 X! L. l, c
How you tried to set them free, ) B4 b% B5 w9 P3 c; I4 T' @' S+ P
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 Q8 d6 Y6 p' s# N; W! y
Perhaps they never will. |
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