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, G* X8 X+ H$ p# O+ r2 tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) v' u4 j* P4 L8 O& M. b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 {2 o! Z4 Q9 F/ r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- M. N! N* |' v4 S3 e: l2 kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 H. O4 z1 {+ p, X0 T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 x3 U( z9 {9 k0 s$ ~How you suffered for you sanity, 4 q" R k$ }( V" z! D; [4 i! w) [; g9 k
How you tried to set them free, / M! v* t( v+ V8 B" k% E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 z0 E" A5 K; i3 E& ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 Y7 h- ]0 f. [" K0 {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 O7 X# S% w/ Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& i- G, Q. b1 D$ N$ ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 U+ i7 I$ m# X3 J
4 z5 D7 D. c# N. q) `% n3 [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 r" X) E/ ^( F& m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - F) d9 y6 ^" y' D% \) r* J
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) ~& I4 J& D' m) V
But I could have told you, Vincent, % C, u7 v* f6 N" b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - h8 g- f! B4 J
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 W% D. I1 t4 x; k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 m# a6 F0 g, Y1 X) K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 G. W+ y1 V! I2 aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + R1 T4 l6 A& n* N8 p4 f) U& U1 f9 k
6 u& k3 H* k) k8 K: Z* h) MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : G: o$ P* S" J. T6 s8 X
How you suffered for you sanity,- r- _3 d" h4 y& d3 R: F8 K g
How you tried to set them free, / L: e! I* z: C1 a: X4 E4 [, v
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 b) g* Z. E: `
Perhaps they never will. |
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