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# L& b2 @# ^; i" w3 XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, I) E# C- W: D8 vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' T7 C/ S+ p% R" x1 S5 ]) _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ d6 J$ O7 u7 {) V% o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 R! J$ w- D" _! ]5 pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ o/ u, P% g, ~6 R8 D
How you suffered for you sanity, ; N1 u& s% L: Q9 e
How you tried to set them free, 4 H" }; |3 @3 u# o+ ?/ K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" n) t; e3 c' c5 S+ o# a- fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * g- e4 E. y- d! B% o/ M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 v( Q% @ l0 Y( n9 f; ?2 g0 q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. p: i+ H/ S$ K4 X, QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 N2 E$ j+ L# h9 z
1 ?; m) ^7 J& C" S& D; XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % `; w) B' b1 [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, U4 L- I. \! U/ M h {
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 K* F0 X% ]0 G9 B
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. Q! j* Q" v! l2 j! {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 z7 X) |& D$ Z( ?, K
( F) p" t- p( A9 \: EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 b K h( I8 _2 M0 c. {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ ^) d5 D* A, k& [; X$ O6 r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / E. H& \& v5 r/ b1 A0 O+ E- u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
{# l8 C! X7 m, n% z' P& q' e2 I; b6 r# R, ]6 `" U
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ y* M: I5 V- _How you suffered for you sanity,
, O! X3 I1 K0 x- T' T! _5 E9 bHow you tried to set them free,
3 I5 X5 M [0 v, {0 t' m; {They would not listen they're not listening still,
* V" ?' d* c* t* p* q" }0 y# A4 S: y0 g6 UPerhaps they never will. |
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