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8 o! R* k0 S) B; XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. W# O% W* q% K( F+ P3 ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . U; M* D$ x9 g5 V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 \+ z( V- Z: C A# h; F1 ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 w& \' ]7 `4 p- H$ H0 F p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 b: \% ^# E) o) N( w$ FHow you suffered for you sanity,
" w! I* a0 o4 k* nHow you tried to set them free, 8 @; |- J& R+ m6 {6 {; E' N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% e! y- q0 E+ EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ t5 [: E1 o/ y4 g) ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 d4 Y+ G8 P/ z3 ^& \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & a9 X2 e, a9 k6 D' L: `3 Q( L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ h2 I5 v; T6 `/ r9 k
% i6 N# g- C: ?; p, u3 `For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : X& e$ J Z$ A l. M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . F2 n7 g( W Y. T$ ~" i) r K/ q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 ^5 M0 i' t7 c1 n/ oBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 X" f! {! ]2 E9 p1 w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " m: ~, n& V, U5 q+ y' e
* w% ^- {+ I$ e, N% P h( L: hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # `' q( \: `4 z+ M+ O/ X; r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . `3 c# ?: J! o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & S( P6 E+ q5 S; S9 m5 a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 D" u( M* h+ D, W) `9 C
& R: ^. i7 [4 E1 ?& wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, G( {. j' J: _$ g" W
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 k4 [, w% U, h, a5 t3 QHow you tried to set them free,
- R# G& |7 r' q1 _7 m2 oThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 x8 q- q0 I; o" r: ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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