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8 K/ M. a* s9 { H! ]* c& JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 g0 O! [& }( [" N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " s+ J! {& C* f( D6 i- H! n! u9 {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# G( H! q1 V% bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & g& }9 V$ c" w) _; k$ R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& ~. Y4 _4 V6 A- t, y' ^8 x. qHow you suffered for you sanity, ( f; M/ X {- B
How you tried to set them free, 0 f0 p* t2 m9 ^% A6 I% |- w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . G' p7 f/ Y; v9 J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 |' e/ b0 }6 U: dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, W7 j# V% G4 z3 V7 G" k) MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
X8 c9 s, [) Q" _7 t/ e) wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # o; \6 `7 C, c2 o. w( f+ |- t
0 ^, v& w9 x9 p8 \# f8 Z) X, wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - ?& }7 X" I& a' ]" y1 y3 f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 p. K5 W8 P$ @" {
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' ]8 d3 d5 Z8 j0 v& H- l. z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 y# S5 A4 E# c( \7 @& k, z" [( T# M: nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 x6 J$ K8 J" H+ K$ X# O
: @" ?3 K7 ?# O2 a! ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( h4 @7 L& G3 X3 s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * h, l/ V& G$ e: O6 e U6 s/ r1 Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : C" Y. Y0 d5 Y4 c$ X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " R2 w* B; Y8 z' p! ?/ X3 R' p
9 m2 V$ D/ c, ?+ \/ ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 R; {$ \ J; z, IHow you suffered for you sanity," P1 [. \' B) z+ ~
How you tried to set them free, 0 a* E1 F) U' `4 p/ F. z0 ?
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 M0 U1 h" e/ k6 E6 QPerhaps they never will. |
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