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" I7 P( {3 `9 `2 K+ b; {* ^) oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # e# t `* E" x m* l M1 a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ Q+ `/ [% W/ R% }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# N- m" P0 j: \8 TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 o u, d2 y, R, F, P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" d% u' j8 f* X2 C3 N8 LHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 I# Z! Y& j+ ~; \! A" P! ]* O1 p
How you tried to set them free,
, L! G# ^$ Y3 u" kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ X, r' Q- t# B/ i7 H; X9 SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' v- O- o" I0 u4 @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % M7 i5 s; ]& o) u$ `3 k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 c% L9 [* L# f8 H0 D; ~) E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , U6 x% w' _ r" a d
! o1 |& [" p7 G) ?) M4 U9 ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) [. R% t/ \4 W) \3 t d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 c8 N- Q! |5 z; d: x( |; _5 E* T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 W! s- ]2 W- k, ^
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 {# k' E6 t, L. S6 }: H8 r* A4 j6 jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; [# N' }+ W9 h& j. K/ c
5 M5 s& G( R6 R$ \! M, v8 ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) T h6 ]; O2 M- \# n8 d; CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) t- m3 a- c; b r1 ` ] SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! F! v$ i' U8 |/ z& g; I L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' x' `9 r2 p' q
! z; K0 _. h: c! BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, \) q0 U' o2 |8 ~9 f
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 _! b* u! D* s; n) CHow you tried to set them free,
( c7 M: p& b$ h1 i% V; F1 e3 c+ iThey would not listen they're not listening still, * k4 _7 \4 r# z+ ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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