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: o' K7 w& T" i7 A( k& |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . W: K8 j* V. k1 r T, I7 @" ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 s$ R% @, F' s/ bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," F& ^ l* Q" n4 T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" ~% a. s0 F oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 W+ r9 f f% X/ Z! u4 v3 z+ Q, y1 A1 Z
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 ?) Z* _; {- f3 F
How you tried to set them free, % E1 w; z% o; N* w- S5 F4 {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) W N, Z1 Q4 U' ?8 M+ S( f. W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . {6 D5 r5 ]8 @- R# k( ]9 p( a1 P- B4 I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! d4 _- f) c( Y& X, dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) k" _0 G4 w: E) P. m4 W; b/ ^9 R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 G3 a9 Y8 V ?: Q. G
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! K7 h6 |7 y- y8 S2 p4 B, @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' ^3 `# C O& F* m( U5 o7 H
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 D7 l/ r5 F; z" d; vBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: Z" b, x8 x8 j) Z: ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : l& T7 `3 [- R/ n V0 K9 g
# [4 J/ X' n' ]" H( _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ z- _" k# D6 ~6 s; ^& nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 @0 G( D1 k3 \: O9 ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) o$ O/ j. y5 F/ N, A9 r" n
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,
4 r* B% b$ ]- m% b/ xHow you suffered for you sanity,! `2 X( r, E: f( k( B/ r9 `" ^
How you tried to set them free, ( w* T# W x6 z( e2 ^
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 \% [7 h- b5 C
Perhaps they never will. |
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