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4 X% W) Z1 i# i' nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, h. ?# z1 c6 S6 @/ X2 @5 n* I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 J3 H G% m4 }! J: y6 [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* @* l) s+ c" b5 p5 n( s0 E, N! B$ [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; Y! I' q0 h' b, qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 `# x4 `! {! T' b }, DHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 v H- M. F5 |) }+ L( B
How you tried to set them free, 6 F4 k) U$ u% S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! j& P' Z: q8 b# aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: I6 D" p/ t4 y6 S* c' fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + ?/ C5 R7 T- |$ M ^( p* J; u) a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , F. G* g5 N; @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 c4 {. ]8 ^9 Y+ `$ [0 f4 _/ ~
8 h4 q6 z, P5 Z# m2 `& B7 fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, C, U1 T; p* e3 h- x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" p; c+ `' D* F$ ^. A+ zYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 z" ~( [7 q0 \
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ K4 T! y" ]9 e) Q5 p3 |. fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % K& i' Z1 ~, l! Y1 D$ O& ]6 ^% A% B
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 f! J4 H& S% _! l9 P6 _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 ^7 G; [7 o$ b1 ~" ~+ K9 l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 b8 `% z% `9 q# |- aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. o, u9 U) W6 ~& ?7 s9 C- Y2 n% d
7 y% O& ]8 H' F% L4 wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 R! d/ q3 v3 ]9 X
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ z- T. y# P, _: ~( \0 R7 vHow you tried to set them free, ( u- c" k7 a4 t' c2 c8 ^
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! F( I% u- T) I P! k, y
Perhaps they never will. |
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