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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : p) d& v+ |8 l- F+ }9 f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- A) t" V! c& X6 d* m# L. }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 N- c7 U0 s/ a% f. @2 ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & B* v0 d, p+ v- [1 p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 R4 v5 I! w% O, t
How you suffered for you sanity, - e. Z# H& h. {, A: G
How you tried to set them free,
! q: V6 v) E- c3 T4 n( `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % r3 B3 ]' ^2 r( e. X) M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 c4 v; T% S/ f& Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 I* A7 B" L& ~& c/ l% ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 a2 f0 Z* Q, RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 G. y0 o. V8 C4 m/ k0 h! i4 [& }& ^
& `1 d+ o+ @* c: o6 q* b2 WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 w& u" |1 t- F/ V# i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, y( r" h" Q- T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # y! _4 y3 s) D" d- e
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! g$ f# \0 S4 S- [$ w2 `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# o$ n* L; y1 M8 f4 tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 ]* z6 n1 s' p# O3 Z5 u7 _+ S# B1 ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; F/ S6 i, X6 kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % i; X1 d ~/ g" K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( A+ k; {& J) H# d! a0 X
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! C+ d0 Z! V* lHow you suffered for you sanity,. g8 ]& T" c2 ], r
How you tried to set them free, 2 e* U( x- S+ P- c0 i. M
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 f; A: W1 U$ w' L
Perhaps they never will. |
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