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1 B; a3 @7 K) W# c) ~+ A: P( mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 u5 j1 g% z e7 h' N7 v4 g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . a* z2 g0 g: w' }" o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 l4 d$ v, L$ j# `/ ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( ?# H) G8 R; K& W* i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 ?8 Q0 W* {! O. EHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 p. P4 e+ D, E) i: B$ g' L uHow you tried to set them free, 1 r+ a7 z8 l% Y, U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 Z* o+ R Y0 H0 }7 M+ ~4 j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 U" j2 j, m, ~" q lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # k& q0 r( S2 P2 Z1 B# {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 K3 m/ {8 w5 j- o. }% p
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * w1 _1 ^# w J! B2 E* u, S
% H$ C" I, Q& n) k9 Y8 I) o9 SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; N. M1 }: r8 }3 A2 g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " c- H a. W; W1 i
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 E, K9 q5 U. b3 y3 a5 ~9 JBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) a8 c2 b% \) RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - q, |2 O; Z1 x8 E7 @3 a
3 p4 w. }: }; s/ e* u; XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 H3 V( p: r2 O7 ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 q! j" W0 Q6 H) o; A uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 }7 R. Q$ w# g0 lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " I* s- J" M8 b8 M, v
, D# r& [6 R Y" M- z3 \; p9 ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' D: K$ J% U$ q3 N2 a* nHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ ~/ @6 A. h6 Z/ `How you tried to set them free, % b, @6 a$ a" F3 U& j0 O' z( U
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& `* ^4 u3 s/ p0 ~' Y! Y3 @# Q7 APerhaps they never will. |
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