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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . ~% W0 h `9 ~- E* Q( c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + e/ S* a. d) O3 A) ` ^4 D D' {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 [6 l' F' s- n v/ |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - h: Y+ |& S. }( n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' ~8 |2 Y+ n! Q5 PHow you suffered for you sanity, . s( n) \; m, j% W
How you tried to set them free,
; ?: L0 S6 Z' o1 X' NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 ~ \ _6 {; ~/ p" Y( V6 FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : K& J- k; H( m- i$ r) s9 X+ }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - i1 ~2 M/ |& b) z: g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 Q3 t! m2 c ]6 R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 N7 [/ Z5 W, a! I+ |* a9 x) y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ f" Y3 A- ?# \2 w/ ]" K2 bYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" p8 D: I) ?7 ABut I could have told you, Vincent, , B" q$ f, Z$ N; t$ P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; u0 H3 W+ u- ], q- h
- x4 l4 P" k6 `- H+ ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - |, U, j' |6 N# Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 M g% A2 b% ?# GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' A) e; v/ `$ s# V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 k% V) A' I2 }
$ e1 L5 O5 H7 n3 q, E% S5 nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 S* c0 [" M5 S2 f hHow you suffered for you sanity,; t3 z/ s' x2 v7 V( n* B p
How you tried to set them free, 0 J* W8 s* \% \; @
They would not listen they're not listening still, % t/ ]/ V1 s7 V$ G
Perhaps they never will. |
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