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8 W/ S; b. n) ~0 U/ wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! H* P& H, u/ W# W9 J4 B }3 Y# u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( \& f2 |- x4 m* n, V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- O+ q) ~! I9 X8 N! c; F1 m$ O* w: _+ rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% x# q. w, Z7 lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* ?/ b) J0 a# R, O6 r% dHow you suffered for you sanity, ; l# i1 s! M, C9 L- e
How you tried to set them free, & u3 k0 E, e+ d8 s$ j2 F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / }7 J/ q3 P( ~# a1 G# i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' b% w# R+ s& {" H# e& m2 ]- bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + M) p% F" U! B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% H+ y7 O% l y# i& v2 f4 S TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 a( S0 p4 k$ x
8 {* C, f. ?' ^ tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ A) T) n6 b* n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: z9 O6 a" Z w( ?( j) eYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , y" j- Z1 T, i* I6 w6 ]
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) T: U" q7 Q' o1 g3 i/ p: xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 P6 l! d# d. d
/ p8 d$ J/ z; t8 E$ i; |, hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 J6 B* a6 P1 R$ n" s5 I* a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 ?+ p2 |) Y* O6 G* s/ @; [- I0 ]# QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 m$ |3 [4 n/ y3 Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 Q( R+ ^3 M4 e: t0 D) ~- u/ w8 s
& a- h; u% u! V9 w; G% T PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 v* _+ ?1 r$ q- kHow you suffered for you sanity,
- l: t3 m `3 dHow you tried to set them free, 9 W( y# |& C7 o0 Q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& y7 D2 V! P# W6 G p8 @, n4 EPerhaps they never will. |
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