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4 `/ M4 q5 Q; `( h7 FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; z2 Q- c& K$ j7 K1 I# R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; {. t# X6 y5 {2 X; EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 g# g4 o9 c% k7 Q( |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 R' T; {, ~$ `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% H# W6 r- o$ C4 OHow you suffered for you sanity, & n. ], o9 ]% D* g
How you tried to set them free, 3 S4 H. N" N" _* `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - Z* r- v% l1 B* h6 [3 c q( D& j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , i2 s6 b+ \6 q, b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ G$ I7 H7 p# VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! n6 J4 ~ l+ X7 C- x; X; M6 r/ W2 c* E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! k) K" {8 d8 C: M1 YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ r% \- Q' o. o j/ h3 aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 P$ g) ]- o4 }/ P2 sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' V) C5 K1 r8 I0 @
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; o( w- d& [" k/ f: sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' w) D5 e& x! u$ N" P2 {+ }; v
" f5 c/ V4 k6 r: S& r, R0 v0 LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . z2 b0 R; ~3 I) D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 Q8 q, H7 E: y! J( |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! o+ m, f/ L n2 c1 H! H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 U- Q0 T' [9 }6 x% q9 W$ g) FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : J5 F5 u8 K6 o+ k
How you suffered for you sanity,
) Q( @, y$ s4 z. ]How you tried to set them free, - Z$ s+ }5 t* z8 ~
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' P) v, Q* N3 V/ V( b1 l: B" T
Perhaps they never will. |
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