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7 g3 Z) r+ ^" B( f; f) TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% j8 b+ l2 q W/ e3 P2 n6 I; gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) _0 b9 H: m9 j! o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ S" K V* F) ?' p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 a' G( ]4 M) f* z3 @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 h; `7 ~* M$ IHow you suffered for you sanity, / W& ^1 @5 }# W6 c
How you tried to set them free, : b3 P0 n* K5 w0 Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 K+ x" P# u. D: L# R/ N) s& _4 ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* Y' ` U, f: C" }1 l: e6 b9 HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + d2 U& J0 x. S( z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, K' R' S& ?# ^4 l$ D9 @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & h/ x: x, G3 B' J
0 r/ F0 _) s; ]* [% {For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 B% L$ J6 B$ z# p) o# c5 QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! M8 A2 f+ K9 t* _1 s
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; T; i& e+ N- s
But I could have told you, Vincent, - I* B% w( j0 `% Z- x( o! _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " D% p! X/ e7 j7 D! a
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! ^( C* T1 O, S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! |# ?9 c5 m* K( U+ j5 Z. y3 |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; f: M5 R) |2 J; K' v" z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 c# m, ^% F0 M- I q
^; ?: ^+ r; l1 K/ O/ q% YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - L3 R! p- e1 |. B0 c* \
How you suffered for you sanity,) V3 U6 n& a0 k
How you tried to set them free, E" t g- `6 L
They would not listen they're not listening still, " @, X0 L8 e) o. r3 A! O
Perhaps they never will. |
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