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4 R9 ]2 D# {4 @+ R. SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 g$ t7 l3 T1 E% L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 q1 c0 d: X6 R& I/ M2 x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 J8 R( L$ B. q& k9 ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 z- |: f# A" N0 P$ FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* J6 W3 s; r5 cHow you suffered for you sanity,
& E2 c. N: p( X4 ZHow you tried to set them free,
1 `' l: v4 P) _' L) aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. y8 E: j' w7 O; R; \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
N. }1 y$ `, t9 S, CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . i0 z8 W: x9 _: z: Z0 Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 X8 s7 T1 a' [" [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! M& u5 }+ o' E- Z$ F) WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & j+ G' X2 J0 G4 Y8 x5 d& H1 n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & p! G7 X4 F' N6 U: L, t
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 I( B/ R5 z, N, y7 |
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' | b3 x2 Q% f1 s5 t7 gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " p3 I- A1 w: e% W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; b2 |4 d z1 g& EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " z, T) r% ?5 x" j- h/ C2 B3 u. o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% {* v, @6 U+ B- p, QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 `# a9 ?! J' E
2 u b# n1 U' p6 {4 m! sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 Q0 u" y4 K3 e9 U) _ e' i! k
How you suffered for you sanity,1 j8 N5 D0 S9 {; @0 H% ^( @
How you tried to set them free, 9 S' d; l$ ?6 B/ Z' J0 z3 S$ }( U0 K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ B+ O3 w2 m" k# rPerhaps they never will. |
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