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: ~% f! m9 a8 g- d8 ?! x( w7 EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, f$ m4 A. o6 d! [. F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , w( ]' N! b8 u7 q- C- b6 w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* I2 ?5 K& R' H% aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 k, |' [* V. q' G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; q1 V0 e! ^: M+ _5 m, R3 z) oHow you suffered for you sanity, & ~% o+ @9 X! r+ }1 R# E
How you tried to set them free, 5 P. }- E* V# Y4 ?$ U, d3 `0 s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + m/ ?( L& h/ ?/ Y" _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' J' c, l$ b+ \- m o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 X3 Y7 B7 i: D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% N* l( a2 J8 R4 z, i6 {. iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. R8 S3 r+ @2 d& S4 I
6 z: u: ]$ w- _1 j( o7 g' [+ fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" m4 ^& v- ?. }) ]* w' R6 ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 ?& t1 H5 O9 l, B* s5 AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : Y: Z$ d( J3 m6 t) j
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) |0 ~& C0 V! a- H4 t# }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( [6 e" B: M" i( ^4 {
' f5 E7 B7 c7 ?' B$ b+ AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 Q% ? C/ O1 EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' P( b" w+ Z2 C9 x! s% z- h$ r1 S3 n' ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 A5 S2 a( Q. n! w. @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 v: F, j0 p I4 Z% @* {
' E% }- r5 T( S0 K" @3 g) t Y. q" `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( V2 P5 a. D, a/ E. i8 S2 H7 v6 k" [How you suffered for you sanity,% k# u6 a7 d- Y7 i A% O
How you tried to set them free, + g( N) O. v8 w) w' [
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 M+ S! g+ O' n# Z, xPerhaps they never will. |
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