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4 g/ R9 H4 S% ]# A# Z# a/ m8 aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ q9 `4 S* T/ W9 e2 y) ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " B* I- e q1 u9 i; L% h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& Z- {* `5 I0 x _" w. OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . g% [$ x" J+ z4 C! X$ N) ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: ^/ p3 M% [* h* Q& e% K5 a
How you suffered for you sanity, $ m2 y6 ]! ~) U" e9 J
How you tried to set them free, 2 A/ B T& E% J7 M, R v( G8 T* R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ J, R, w) U+ k( @$ F2 P$ nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ j5 T, ?% D; w. p' j+ H. j+ {* sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 s+ E4 N# Q! i: }+ PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 \9 o4 {& Y, }* Q7 ~1 X$ nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; f3 e8 L% O( I8 ]
, r* G' h4 w8 ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. S, [8 ?. K( X- pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 |' |" t, @/ K6 ]0 m+ KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , v, M8 |/ l: [/ f7 w8 _
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 c ?7 L3 p# S5 g- s* ` X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % ^* o4 f& g* `, r) C; n) y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 p, y8 J: E) T3 C6 Z U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 [- C |4 `& d* t7 X+ {. X4 N: R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, [+ J- g+ s2 e& o9 xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 j/ a9 \9 ]' L1 [4 z0 _$ [6 {
0 x8 u0 Y. L& s$ K8 l5 B' wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" j1 Z' D+ z: d" J/ d4 B2 a, Y4 m6 dHow you suffered for you sanity,
; i( F; |# J( X# y3 T9 vHow you tried to set them free,
: f; A# c: v1 TThey would not listen they're not listening still, & i" s( S; t0 I! S& a1 d, r
Perhaps they never will. |
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