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. ?/ H# q$ c7 Y" ?# k5 eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + r- r' L" A7 ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! G. _4 n7 B' |2 A8 S1 [7 T# a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 E; _" V' ]" x! g. H d& z9 _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 X- N( U3 E# d) h% D* tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* ]; V( F" y, qHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 T0 F0 v9 s6 Z5 \* \0 G$ E# j Q, a
How you tried to set them free, : `9 x& y9 [+ N3 S6 ^- F. C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % _* u; ]; x5 W% o9 ?/ _$ `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; r l3 q9 j& n4 o) jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + ]; Z& k( n$ T4 f8 M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( ^$ J8 a8 L2 r9 G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 E& i( S0 V' y# [7 i8 p7 B8 p8 L6 g
. ]/ a; Z. V5 x) X# ]* d7 M6 dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 \, L- N' s+ L1 @7 b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' K! \6 V8 w7 K1 B- M0 K6 |! uYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 Y2 b: Z& @+ v6 zBut I could have told you, Vincent, " I! }* E( M. ?3 r7 P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' g( c/ W8 M4 n; W2 Q' N
% g2 P9 h& D" @$ N, N( e$ T; MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 ]% Z3 k& F" y: D! x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & }6 b/ F1 j' N( p& V9 @0 C* z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 f6 @3 o. t+ C! UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( y) a/ ]* `% i0 r0 {& i; T3 }
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( A5 E# F, j( P7 e/ u- m
How you suffered for you sanity,0 w, _) h" p# C( l
How you tried to set them free,
$ b) m( V. B* S9 z' m- x$ {6 h: r8 A% kThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( J: M% Y: z- K3 c+ X6 Y) ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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