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# M, [ _$ \8 E; p0 j+ E- ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) }* y8 s" L$ v5 ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % W; u* T& T9 e9 O: i3 B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: ]9 `, g) Y3 |! J5 [& C& U" r7 W1 @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % @7 B# g) h g( h9 x3 D& H; y- q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' P4 `! M: r. Y- I' D7 HHow you suffered for you sanity, ( f" c$ W4 p9 Q" |, g: {9 t
How you tried to set them free, 0 }6 k' J9 L+ W1 L7 i" i0 E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 h0 N9 D7 v( l- n, _9 v+ lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* o6 K7 m! ]1 _6 u; lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 U" [; i* F8 W1 N' M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ K: k2 P% b' xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 ]+ }* y: L$ `% S# u. D. X
6 G' V3 r$ x7 J; ]7 P/ Y$ K) K! LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 q. q5 w2 E; fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* l3 k/ C" l1 l2 LYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& R1 B' l4 H& m" n# n9 `2 FBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 D$ P- j3 J& h, J, u1 c- ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! X% M# b( M! U# i2 [! D
% \$ w- C m2 x1 kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 M7 `# R. t8 U' `) o4 ~" @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) L9 q# W1 I- ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& l. R9 Q( q0 B6 L& B% [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " l" {2 w* I" g: U+ A7 n; S% ]
+ Z2 B6 H- B6 m2 e1 pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& } T3 z& M# n! t: iHow you suffered for you sanity,. N ~1 v; N2 m
How you tried to set them free, . c- p. m7 Z* R$ @5 ]- Z
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 p7 S& e4 S. y0 S
Perhaps they never will. |
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