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, X7 V# {7 e! z* l, G, r$ w9 CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) e, j- y8 }$ i3 T+ R0 Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- j$ ]' P7 B& e, p' b: YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' h* ` C6 H( C+ ^0 e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # b J! c/ J# c2 ], g* U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 o2 O+ O) `( w6 W8 J5 MHow you suffered for you sanity, & [0 S+ u" X- o
How you tried to set them free,
* I( a$ k4 A5 R$ u( j$ dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 L- X) I" J O F" a0 ~( x' YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ e M. p( R/ N+ Z% k, C7 ]1 n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 c" n5 E3 t& D. v; a" ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. q/ p$ I2 T. k6 sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 e! U% W$ Q d& J6 H2 x1 e; J6 [0 ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 w+ }5 C, s& U) o k( @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * j* C: p( d; w! Q& \+ a1 T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 @2 @ U7 Y* V
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 {4 b! r9 t% l# g* X9 o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; a; X* C; D1 Y9 n r& T) _
3 C4 ?5 m( s1 P @6 j/ M4 k+ JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 B) k1 Q6 ]# }% J4 Y) C6 W3 cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% N& e# N4 ^, c( oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) v8 i; p- Y l1 O5 A4 i5 W1 vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % q4 K3 H8 t1 e6 W5 L: k
" p! c1 J3 C8 |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 n2 ~' V/ p/ v, ZHow you suffered for you sanity,+ r6 h. p' a6 P% O" Y
How you tried to set them free, , G4 m5 T( \: j8 K! c2 C' r
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 c( O% T7 B* V
Perhaps they never will. |
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