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0 u. g$ a4 v/ I0 k5 UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; I( K# x( w2 M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
p/ P# v' c2 y3 p" S( e: d NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ s/ R+ `$ Q& r! \ b( r0 RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # N( Y; Y9 j1 ]( X( v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* I- \) J3 n; M, N( G$ cHow you suffered for you sanity,
% x8 T% N x. [! B* Z/ o8 zHow you tried to set them free, + S+ }: ^' x; [' T8 T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 \( S3 U( D7 M u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 v# R0 ]3 C; j/ B3 ~( oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; M7 }, ^) M# G9 p5 H* l2 z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 F3 U' q2 W w- u8 o- m8 R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! L! M* u. m1 R R( ]2 f3 t
; S+ {% n0 s) m/ B' P/ FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % V% D' I0 \/ G( E. r( i+ T( \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 J) B x# y9 P1 jYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ H+ b7 N1 }; v0 S# ~5 lBut I could have told you, Vincent, % z& g0 P. I* M% g; G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 [- l6 Q$ M7 H# N- r% p0 w; y* y
8 L- S+ F* c7 P8 F2 T* J$ r1 bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; [: l @$ p3 r5 A6 `) S- y' m7 A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , P( n! {6 a! ^+ }1 O. U4 ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: e* j" q- V# I1 [4 a5 U* o5 JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + L j9 U0 Y# T
- K& s- t, q d$ V' CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; k' o1 a4 p/ Y. M+ M+ D. AHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 a+ v2 d) C! x2 @How you tried to set them free, 7 w- i+ I0 b4 K: n8 R/ [1 y2 A2 Y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 g, B$ }/ ]$ n' ?5 t# oPerhaps they never will. |
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