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. K+ u! a; a2 p( r9 h+ tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' B- n: |( G! b" h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 Q& g d8 K8 }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 I u |$ A; S7 HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * u5 h/ j. u" c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 j1 w- V) U4 l* T* l; P/ C0 i
How you suffered for you sanity,
, r( J; k3 e& k7 E0 ^) B5 L9 j! \0 jHow you tried to set them free, # `) b4 V# J: e d' h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. Q4 q! E$ K1 j7 N/ S1 R& H; ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % E8 a/ R3 s5 M& F3 Z9 j2 K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * R4 N6 @9 A6 ] N* T1 Y; e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 I1 ?9 i& `( C/ s' BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 f, }; F' ?: {+ R
& f, Q- v( _/ M/ |$ xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' Z; {' S. x% z- X; Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# k6 w: q2 W) g7 c2 w0 d% _You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 u* Y# {- n' w, uBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 n: O- d0 p5 L1 K6 D$ c. B ]6 w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 b( V* D; ?; a3 Q* F
1 Z, I- s* o. bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * Z1 f; [ z- T% h' t F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & I+ P& X7 Z+ v9 j, }% ~$ x& U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 p: U3 t" {0 B1 @, V- p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 {- U- m6 `' X/ o# X1 J, P4 ~& ?
8 e( q+ E( C, ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " \ e6 M( r1 b$ A: i/ u
How you suffered for you sanity,& e3 A G- K6 A
How you tried to set them free,
0 [0 u1 y9 A4 h* c8 {1 |They would not listen they're not listening still, $ p$ H5 I* z& E! ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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