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% u# u3 ?" i. P+ Q8 I0 UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ N# _2 d/ d* { ^( R, u3 WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 J) C( A3 ~) n! |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," @. F; y+ m# d, W2 t: C$ ]0 `5 U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. d) H/ q! m3 m6 Z' D! Y i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( N' E5 K- w; F5 H B0 tHow you suffered for you sanity, ) V7 m. K+ q5 M! Z
How you tried to set them free, 8 h4 c* k6 ~0 n% o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " k: x' N$ a- N' t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' x/ v9 W6 a3 T; {% d8 Y; f2 U$ ?' E6 a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, O* o& y3 t$ Z9 d. g, A/ y) w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 G' u3 E* w) t8 JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % q6 U- E9 G' g# o7 c% Y) C
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ D& Y1 v9 m9 r" dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 l! Z1 B" `( J- o" I0 k2 ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! R' } ^7 W/ w% O2 yBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 P( ^& t& P: J- K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 G1 I" W- @, h; K1 H3 I
. `) M7 J; w1 u) _9 _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* X- L2 L9 t' G+ G2 B1 LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 K# t; r1 l5 K }2 }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 Q- I+ g9 j4 u7 I$ R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 }) h" w+ u! D* F$ t% w5 `, e
How you suffered for you sanity,
; p4 \$ c8 C, R1 _' I" pHow you tried to set them free, 9 l9 O1 u0 s, a) v! y& Y* ^
They would not listen they're not listening still, / M2 K+ j# Z$ R" ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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