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/ H& D" R4 b# v' sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , h" s3 g2 b" p2 ?0 s8 _/ W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
n" Z0 E1 G! ]4 d% B3 ^; XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- \' O5 S7 z/ h l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. n' E: B3 `" V2 \" t( \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 n: T j( J7 }. q2 n* ?8 zHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 y# ^: g: n4 L) p6 u) ]How you tried to set them free,
3 R c7 Z* f2 c- X; HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . [5 z5 h& g2 A- {1 t8 J" z$ ?0 |, [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( ^+ B% l) ]$ K) n: E. m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 G$ M0 F% [5 ~2 N2 M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- ]0 S; o- @9 A' b- `4 WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 j; Y% X( r1 z' t+ l4 c7 O& B0 x% \
/ }: L g& I. F. wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 r( h7 f. W) j) a* I& U) f I3 WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# q/ f, T3 ^: H" V- P6 x. oYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 o* V5 r. c: e0 [& ~But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ |0 ]4 V1 L9 ]+ VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " @$ ~- |! Q) ^& t0 q9 u
% D9 |8 t" R# uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 g! m0 t7 s' X! ~* k* Z/ p, F' v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 m4 I4 @2 _& U- ]+ z# t! bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * Y6 T" a( k. O' z4 t7 o* i9 u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 R0 j- t. D* k8 P2 A7 j
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 A. T, ^8 Y* eHow you suffered for you sanity,' e& h4 u7 p# k9 U1 m$ I
How you tried to set them free,
! Y' v! G( n" Q9 p! OThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 E$ U0 s2 B3 I# d
Perhaps they never will. |
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