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9 n* V6 u- R# S" b* L, nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , T; z/ j' x, z4 b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 ^( r+ j& _2 ^4 u S5 J( k+ |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 @' k ]5 {% C( y; ^6 m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / @+ p- U% L% O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* Q: A+ O: t0 {3 q- bHow you suffered for you sanity, # n0 w& k9 D) L* D
How you tried to set them free,
7 q! Y; f& c0 C0 s$ mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 ?4 @3 ]0 P1 n$ n: z+ w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( P4 t; u2 l) [) d a7 fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 I ^4 |* Y# S9 P3 K0 I+ ^' pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 ]9 {9 ~9 s) R+ @; v5 v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * p4 e% b4 ]8 e7 X; ?' }4 q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! e0 I" B9 w' w8 S' xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & e0 \8 J# B9 V) Y( l5 a) k1 P
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 V1 r! v. U6 V! v/ k1 D5 }
But I could have told you, Vincent,
h' r* S6 a1 ?, Q2 D. [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - o& }) a5 P' X* x! h' M6 g
1 ^4 B( C' U& e ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : P7 P) o0 [. H$ s+ o, a* J1 Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 u/ M9 {: X4 T6 a/ m6 E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, F- I+ n7 e5 J7 P( Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% p/ H; z1 Y3 B1 U6 }' BHow you suffered for you sanity,: B R/ f& y2 i6 Y/ W/ K- \( Z
How you tried to set them free, 9 B$ z) u: b4 f' u
They would not listen they're not listening still, . w& ~3 o+ C" L
Perhaps they never will. |
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