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% `0 \1 z( P% F$ R$ hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; J. B/ V+ u' Z. l& n* d9 C' B' B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : W% I) n% Q6 [$ v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) }! r- C0 U3 d, e# I' DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! m7 R+ u3 I! X4 A: C2 d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' w' Y; _2 e: n" o. P0 r CHow you suffered for you sanity, + _! S( p7 ~$ k L
How you tried to set them free,
( {- O" ]% P8 H' e( r: b2 JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- o* ~, }1 P1 m/ YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! p# Y' X" G! s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 ]7 ?- ^3 a8 y6 K" k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 a; p; o2 K$ L* m; w7 E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & y+ E! t; K( w+ w2 Z: Y
: W# B# w% W# b6 p( E. oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 m% F8 U( W$ ^3 U3 t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ u6 h! Q% o& b' Y! {# LYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , B1 ?$ ?1 D. \+ w2 [2 B
But I could have told you, Vincent, i8 f) S& _: g- c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! C* A% L% H) F% Y( i
1 a" n! b5 B9 R. ~4 G" mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) }# O% h" T3 D. {. g) sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- M0 a3 q4 M) O6 k/ SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 Q% e" X* ~8 d: [* y5 k& p8 BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ O& q! I a# w5 D) fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ M$ W& j6 d& h7 h S+ L7 SHow you suffered for you sanity,) v. N9 c. q i) ?+ N- e0 i
How you tried to set them free, * P* h z- G3 O$ K( C* o% i
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( E/ O# y( O* H0 UPerhaps they never will. |
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