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/ H, p, p9 X0 `: Z# eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & }* S) H- S/ S# t5 K- }3 h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ {. A4 c8 M% \# Q7 fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; O* t% c8 H, a7 r1 I) fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ W, N" k5 J' P4 |6 R+ X% bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 F e; [$ G6 l* q7 R
How you suffered for you sanity, ( y9 a& }1 h8 h1 O9 s! m+ S
How you tried to set them free, & e) ^& C) m4 a5 E5 l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 f1 }2 p! ]4 t: P6 M9 K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# C: v8 T' n2 hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / P) O; m! N" @! R; y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( K4 U7 V# A% Y* w1 EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' D0 \" e1 r: P7 ]1 `9 Z, t
! p7 B& ?6 p' R* U4 ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' t0 \8 N# J+ x, O- P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( V, G9 K+ R, h% }3 }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + l2 J* d; u+ l, [
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 t4 h* g5 A% p2 W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 ^) ^4 \4 z1 d* {
9 z7 T% y; @. nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / i8 A3 ~3 _' m8 q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' d" u9 C, K1 T) j- `# I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 @9 }8 W+ j+ ]" c3 g7 f# `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 S9 h8 a4 y e3 t( d8 z! N# B$ ~
; h7 ?8 q S* V0 J6 c; }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # Z6 j0 Y4 o+ ]$ h
How you suffered for you sanity,
" z# d( W( b# M* k; a |/ Z5 L; n3 `- pHow you tried to set them free,
# W" s. t) E% N" t hThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 w5 b: g/ v& y9 b9 |% t" i* L
Perhaps they never will. |
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