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/ d/ b9 {) Z- z; c9 LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ _" z1 ?+ w2 uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 u. V, V. ^2 i( KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; R. c/ S. O6 `, ^% T2 \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 W, x& R% Z: w& b. m7 }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 i) e+ c' P, _/ ~How you suffered for you sanity,
" w" n+ h. z% l0 w/ G& vHow you tried to set them free, 1 g1 l% y' y2 p" @# P3 d+ n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 A9 E9 i! {1 W/ A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 d2 H: D9 O2 @- S0 M8 N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! [1 @9 q' W# C! X! i; |0 ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ O0 \- J7 }' N! V5 W. J2 t+ ?$ l4 iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 f% h( q0 k- E' J
' ]( x" `/ R9 Y7 i8 IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 c, ~0 z5 ~! K" r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * Y; b# ?9 `" z& ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 s- t0 G2 G7 k; O5 C
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 h0 H7 V5 `! S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 S. [ X! h2 K* |0 E$ S) \
! i/ C1 M; n% G C( NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; u' @ w- h5 o+ {$ @& h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 G4 ]0 o j. j# L1 i1 p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 s" w. g. S$ n6 q+ _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
& u0 d7 v) A8 L% z: b- D' L* W8 h5 Q2 n" V, e# }3 l
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 ]+ c. Y* m7 B& N1 e3 J8 aHow you suffered for you sanity,( g1 }) p9 i& T% t; w1 e, ]
How you tried to set them free,
+ @; n8 z/ g# } WThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 Q0 j) o- D2 D+ A: \5 w( [
Perhaps they never will. |
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