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5 q1 E& ^7 |" Z3 V& X1 v+ YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " L6 E5 `. m) p& X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ p( u4 ~- Z l$ O. \8 T9 l/ n+ [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' i2 ]& W9 t- W) m+ A, w, ]- d* q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( m) e1 D Q. `4 H6 U$ |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, j) }/ d- P3 sHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ ~! A" C9 e( x* O" G! t* Z0 BHow you tried to set them free, 2 c# E) n4 A; f* [$ X5 V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* e# v, ?" d9 _( fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, e7 W+ B% w# m7 o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 e* k# f! L; w- G: P* I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; g9 ?' \' y5 Q7 h/ uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + M4 \' w3 W E4 u. @2 v
. ^3 n$ x* G( _" c3 ] G* N* [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + X8 o( Z8 j- v$ \5 Y3 {1 }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " ~! e# J: ]4 v6 o+ G+ u
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " O3 q% I4 I) A6 S3 y$ {$ ]! T
But I could have told you, Vincent, , _- L- I" f* v# S! [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : F4 I8 v' c9 L
+ V& V( [9 a% i3 F. V6 t7 GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 O u$ R5 O, C+ A' dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 ]5 Y/ ~, e( M2 x: S" m% `' oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ n& T4 N+ u2 k& o3 K7 |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " c3 a$ I; H: W3 [
2 h5 d# }) _& K' I) B) K0 [# |3 INow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / g0 p- m+ p3 S3 i9 B" v
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ ^+ z \1 a* [How you tried to set them free,
% T% v5 f& Q6 z! T4 M+ z9 {4 c& CThey would not listen they're not listening still, & I5 E, [! s% e* G
Perhaps they never will. |
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