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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( a$ A" a( ]$ a7 \+ x# f$ Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - l C+ I0 E! L X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; ?5 u y; C% ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 x6 z# b& a' D6 f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" o* c' U6 }+ jHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 F R' T+ f& ^7 UHow you tried to set them free, 0 P- X L( U1 \2 m" Q1 b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 k0 o8 U5 g( X y, y9 N4 vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 W6 K9 O! M& Y( G1 a6 J0 _+ sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * ~- Y. W4 q8 H7 C: u/ a9 b1 R. n8 |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, t. l* f" e9 H9 t* u4 IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ l# R6 s& {$ T: ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " i# D/ l5 M: T5 E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 z" |* y5 f/ S) m8 Q1 E% ]9 n& R
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 P6 P ]. ]7 n! b! G& m0 p# b, SBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 y- i8 Y$ D6 r( f, a) a' i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 H; n: c4 | z0 |( w$ j
8 k9 l. T1 l0 Z; Z7 RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' k5 L+ ~3 o) ]* [ m fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' K6 W8 N8 p8 v X$ c% \4 h* p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# f% l! W4 m; [1 m* FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 ?0 T2 U: ^4 N8 e2 ?) j$ ~3 ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ X9 @( X- v, W/ H$ l- P$ OHow you suffered for you sanity,7 a" M y/ g& _5 y
How you tried to set them free,
5 }; X* d' ]' i. v0 kThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 l, U6 T! ~+ c
Perhaps they never will. |
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