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5 v% S) B$ F; a5 k( KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 m* B" @+ J2 a" [% F/ q& Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & o( ~+ a0 u8 ?3 d0 U% O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# H5 B# A9 v- e w7 @( O0 h m, L. mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 I0 M' R; F. t& W2 G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ v; x7 v/ r; }7 _ v
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 _* K! J" `1 T; Z/ H
How you tried to set them free,
0 P9 O2 ?+ r# x( h9 B+ b3 m( i$ UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 h: _$ ^, E6 i A2 s `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + e1 c% V9 O# z* [) [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 g8 B* ~( O7 i0 D5 `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ K: T9 b3 ^5 H5 Q+ X2 RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 ?# t! e5 ~/ \; U0 \
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( w7 E' I4 F: `1 X/ n: Z4 d0 @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 i# e2 g1 R% Z4 fYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 C! y, Z" E* d d9 k' l: ?8 f, S1 y) LBut I could have told you, Vincent, + A" c0 ~ b. q1 s& H9 x8 _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 c. D9 d* y) x T0 O6 E
: H7 T$ v1 p* W( U' xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' e* N6 Z5 u1 S. e; M& EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- R4 n& p/ h2 S1 GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: ~; g2 M9 u+ W% H8 ^/ BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * C& }' C" w* d9 \( v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 Z/ F, L O6 c: ]* W, @How you suffered for you sanity,4 G0 _5 w4 W2 n. A" Z+ ]( a5 t$ F4 N
How you tried to set them free,
1 b/ S7 X, U; o* N. x, x- ]They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 I; n% E- _- j4 r: q" L+ a
Perhaps they never will. |
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