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: x* Z, b( C9 J. r3 MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . n2 w* @. M& @* _$ H; @6 z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ T& p0 m# P. U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( c/ P7 ?+ q- h4 TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 J1 L# J3 Q4 D) O7 Q# ?* ]$ L, CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* F9 W2 |. `: I7 K( a6 E
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 Z( c* J2 A- O2 J E8 B+ w
How you tried to set them free,
. h* p' V" N" [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . W7 t X% _- R4 \9 M s' F) x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 o6 t/ s) l0 K7 ]$ W4 {8 s( R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ I% y/ Z* s4 S& \4 OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 y' L7 g8 T* y1 _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , l- b6 L+ a$ S8 }2 s. l$ T5 o; w
9 D( z& M/ u1 L# M# VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
b9 H% y# n: O- V kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & F' R1 E. Z1 }- M
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! M9 b/ l" w5 o t; _& i& H# m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* K" D' t0 l7 @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , _* c" s/ ], d4 a6 I$ x' w9 b
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) x1 N, m& _; f' k* T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) O5 b, p6 J7 ?/ b1 n- Y; |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # L. ^9 [1 u4 y& d/ u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ j l l0 y! S2 c2 \How you suffered for you sanity,, S7 T3 L5 R; g$ I" W2 ^) Y, \4 b+ s
How you tried to set them free, ( W, {+ z+ M: g/ }! p$ ]0 R# r
They would not listen they're not listening still, B R9 s, m0 A5 l1 y7 p- I
Perhaps they never will. |
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