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6 c, L; w3 m8 S5 t* x; n$ QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ c! t. [- P2 ~& |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . v# w2 K6 M% B) p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 |+ s& }7 B7 Y9 r4 ~* z9 zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( f4 F2 y, `) s2 ], K% i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! ^1 Y- i2 L& s3 v# q; @0 W/ M( J% S
How you suffered for you sanity, ' l8 D8 E( j% c6 u; t# y
How you tried to set them free, % z) F0 U7 d! ]" I/ W6 ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 g N0 W$ s, [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( _- K* ~0 E6 Y2 n- O2 q0 W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 W& l `/ Z W) tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 r8 t8 Y S! L. FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ `2 k$ y! i( A. }) m4 cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 W% a3 k) `1 C3 E1 l3 ~5 w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 T/ X, Z& R0 w7 M
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 A! n1 d% S# h
But I could have told you, Vincent, " X% {4 x; ]' K& ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& [2 x! [5 {& w/ V5 Q( q* _! ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% M. K* J* Q1 [, r& ?' fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% ^& Q7 |) R' G% T" Q. U3 OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; w" k( \5 s1 G ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 ]4 h1 `' k, H& S% n
* m1 @5 ]$ ^8 h, |2 p2 A% J& kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" T/ ^7 j0 [1 YHow you suffered for you sanity,
" A$ k2 R' d! O: QHow you tried to set them free,
9 ]( {/ |( r. ^, K# GThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% S: K* u7 ^" k/ i% { I+ D$ ]Perhaps they never will. |
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