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. n& F9 J/ c0 a/ Q2 }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 K# C7 _; p4 V+ ?( _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % m5 b: x2 A0 W) A; e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 m% Z' _ y w8 u/ k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * m* D/ G7 V2 ], ?& I' F5 e1 [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, F2 c$ `5 i; X3 |% b9 l
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 z, z7 E R" a6 f4 L9 m
How you tried to set them free, & v$ y9 V% ^, i+ p- |9 ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! J) L [. t% o) }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 V$ R# N Z( g0 b8 j4 e8 D3 ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' Z! }1 Z# C6 A9 X2 V; L7 TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 s' t+ W' R, `9 w+ v2 q8 oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, M2 }! N: x7 n) qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* C& N1 N5 {1 b& WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 V [) z! F8 `0 K; G8 E3 z" }5 V
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 R! Q& N2 a: C. O
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 n. N+ }4 q5 S" k* L- _) }7 Z5 t' \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ A/ J! f, X& t: U7 WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 q X- W* T2 E- ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% F; k& J3 e: qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( z5 W) t; L2 e& ^$ H* |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! U: K8 A. Q+ R; ?
& s& [ p9 W7 l3 [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 b9 }/ Q% N7 R0 n+ D/ K
How you suffered for you sanity,
' X% N: N5 J) ?: ~4 qHow you tried to set them free,
3 g! @, E5 e/ `. h0 [They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 Q( j" n5 t1 ~. ~! {" w' X9 v9 q3 `) T n
Perhaps they never will. |
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