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$ h4 B, x0 m, T( jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! V3 [3 V& C f( ]9 v0 l3 L! ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 P& ^! ?% L) G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 U0 H0 ^. V/ t* W3 t3 YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 i# l5 B0 ~/ X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- @$ b6 ?2 X/ S6 o, h$ X* f, T
How you suffered for you sanity,
' j' u$ U5 O8 v/ U2 I; uHow you tried to set them free, 6 K c ^& i9 J" Y0 |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: l+ z: ?- {. X$ p( vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! C" h! r% p. k9 w6 f# Y/ f5 M; lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 ?. M' w+ E) w; N+ b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 H8 r9 d: z/ E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . L; T% [& V+ h; [' V) O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 f/ {/ O8 n2 c" E( BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , B; O' [7 l& h6 B5 e4 a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: y: Y& g/ r' `' G- O4 kBut I could have told you, Vincent, , h7 A' }. x7 l! |$ Z5 b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 Q8 {' R0 c* x. e
! w1 E8 x& h4 w7 z& KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 i; p) A" R T. J7 `9 T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- X) D: Y/ H! o5 b) q+ ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- t6 s" v* I H, \/ WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * i9 w* t& r* T! i
& Z3 C! R) T, x! l- ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. M- Z3 i% U& i M- m" wHow you suffered for you sanity,
% p* ~4 H; i6 W/ i+ mHow you tried to set them free,
9 a; Q. x6 C( g( Y" x. `They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 Y. s( E* |; o- I$ Q: N& d; ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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