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, D1 b- Q% y9 b& O: Q- Q5 WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " r4 J+ J! Y2 e3 m# E# R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, d% q) ?# }5 v: } y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 g( t1 w$ M! {2 f! Z- jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & L. @6 p0 [" M$ D: {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 i9 X+ p3 z5 x; cHow you suffered for you sanity, % ~7 R/ Y2 r8 J( ~5 W
How you tried to set them free,
' |. e2 `( Z! l: o1 A' U) qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ l& z2 M% X* r- ]2 F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / ?" z) ~: L" n2 C" H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" t' ^9 _7 N: K6 MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 F+ i5 }# S& L# c$ z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' d* a! U/ w5 Z; R0 t1 _0 p
5 J5 s Z4 J9 F1 H6 `For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 G& r4 s- V5 v7 P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, _2 T! z% A( p5 e0 @# T# N5 |
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( C. C5 C, {- }8 u
But I could have told you, Vincent, & o* q" s' ]- O5 _8 U/ K5 X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 J' F6 ~1 e0 DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 L/ E9 H. n0 M2 J1 F3 D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% P$ a2 C' p1 [& ^: f5 u aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) y# l M! B2 r/ J3 G+ eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- x" {* w: L8 Q9 r9 B2 E6 kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: m1 c- l i1 c2 W3 |How you suffered for you sanity,
. q1 P0 R' r! R" _- k9 O7 a. ]How you tried to set them free, ) ?0 b9 h0 X- o. O$ }: v, {
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 u: V, s2 ~8 D2 S j8 n9 q2 I3 X. s
Perhaps they never will. |
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