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/ R/ o( U5 P: QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 w" X( T$ {5 x/ A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ y6 X$ ^8 m9 b; BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 w- }4 o3 ]$ h8 S) f" C0 _. c- ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 Z" Y U0 S" k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# a/ N2 n2 p8 F5 ^9 P
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 ]: t' W: h; BHow you tried to set them free,
/ o( {. ~) n# r& _2 t2 fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ A& c& b d* G! ?' C+ l: X& z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! T+ _4 L( n$ V' C K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
s2 A: m( B. DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; c4 |* i# J0 t9 O5 E$ B3 [, sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! c5 Q9 H' C2 ]0 R0 X" O$ b2 i
; U# |$ K4 ]0 OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & h$ Y( J: O# G" A2 P( Q2 v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% A9 \" O$ `- K( ^' RYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / l# J+ o4 X5 j
But I could have told you, Vincent, , y( o& `8 {5 y7 Q V& E5 Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % Q# e! e9 V7 f
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 Q. S7 m) p* }; |) b0 }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & [! n* N+ \3 a( t% h% A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 q7 ]6 A: y1 @. I' r4 Q: `8 MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 f$ Y, j1 _4 [
1 q. e6 N/ o5 T: \) ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - Q' o2 P+ B G6 v5 }+ T/ ^
How you suffered for you sanity,' r( f& C& P+ U: M
How you tried to set them free,
8 D1 {3 L" J* n- m; t4 ]# Q2 ~They would not listen they're not listening still, / k7 t" z5 }) @
Perhaps they never will. |
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