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) @+ Z6 ]. x& e2 o* ^" vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , ^7 Y" _ ~ ^+ V3 h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 q, J: ^8 B: _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) o! a; |: s# Z, Z: D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) c1 Y" ] n/ B! L4 w+ n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; D s5 l1 D% G. Q6 v$ e
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 N% ^$ I3 U) Z/ @How you tried to set them free, ( t. M3 q/ \; K. a) z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& T' L9 W# Z' G7 [) `7 C& VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * B: E9 h4 B9 b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & C: B1 B' u3 m. Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ _- P7 _9 t0 L" K/ ]/ a A+ L/ c7 C8 ^4 w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 j1 }2 l' K: ~; N U/ y6 X4 {
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 p3 z0 p9 i" \7 _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 J- p& j4 n0 H$ G2 q! AYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' o5 S+ N, v' K1 a4 HBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; n: S8 Z3 X- l. N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 [& \* b r* q3 ?! A$ b5 T5 b
; K5 X3 o) U6 _+ |4 t$ H. zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( i" l7 C- A; mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + V( N( t8 F$ c8 q" K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # v% c* n! X. N- J: _3 ~8 S8 w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; A% E+ f6 \: u7 Z
+ P2 N# m8 I3 C6 ?9 f6 @! ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 M) k0 t3 `% c: o/ g2 J% m5 G
How you suffered for you sanity,: G: u) G1 ?; x6 |1 o% e
How you tried to set them free, 7 m7 c3 A x2 q8 B
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 K" T- Q/ v9 D ~% o1 t- ? I$ v
Perhaps they never will. |
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