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1 d8 N5 Z1 \5 g. D1 N( }3 K2 WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 M" R2 C' b9 B" L3 [7 a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / K; V' C$ g7 D! \. j- V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% ~2 A. q2 Z, JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 c5 h" P$ @; _1 p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, ]2 I, h7 |2 `; {- C
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 d6 W3 u* k% @8 NHow you tried to set them free, # i: z% _, f$ M& E, o( g3 d. r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - v7 @! y) b, {! \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; E8 C9 B) j$ r: M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, b2 R/ K( e1 w7 ~6 \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 A S. g, Z- s/ n8 Q" f% ?! HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ U( O7 V9 s+ H) }2 ?8 |
) O1 e% _! u" Z& vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. { b1 X# E2 z. Q E+ _0 l! zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % B& k" e1 z9 o1 C% A6 z6 V0 o
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 a; [- l+ R1 p8 x: K
But I could have told you, Vincent, # v3 y: I& `; y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 S1 ]; ^7 R) b: o5 A% B1 ^& m6 O
( R5 v/ }- N' h- W. E; o$ s% YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) }6 I a6 V* d/ F3 t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 Z/ x/ l. N3 t" l! g! o( A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 L) t( v) m# A2 \; W. R0 L t* LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" d5 o* w$ W* ?/ X: Y0 ZHow you suffered for you sanity,7 z( _1 }; d9 ?6 \
How you tried to set them free,
+ d7 j+ X# Z% X9 B9 H( CThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' V' {* o+ p& {3 P# t2 TPerhaps they never will. |
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