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; A# d( o* W* Q' X. cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " Z" n4 U" D6 ^3 |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ?, z6 g. `# G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: s" X- u# U+ ^4 M' R [" oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) `$ |: f" o$ r1 d! SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! h1 m: N3 J) \
How you suffered for you sanity, # N, o5 z( W* v. f) E
How you tried to set them free, - ~/ H6 U6 |5 i$ b1 z5 c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 F, r I3 |6 M: x6 f: cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 r* w& o1 Y; i4 q" o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" S* B% C0 R8 g3 r P, Q0 M5 i+ PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 t8 x: p5 m3 |/ L4 N8 L. l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 @) {' z: Z" w. C4 LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* N. f* m7 S" M) CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
h) V+ K: H. @( K" ]- m9 dYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 m; d! z* I3 Z$ L5 V9 [$ E
But I could have told you, Vincent, A+ Q( ^8 z% q k, |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! Q. @2 \, L, l" i2 A
3 ?# z# Z0 y l- Y( eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 ]2 W% u# g) a- O. S5 P5 GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 ?6 f' n" Q+ [% n. ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . k" B( k/ V' R6 v/ l3 S% \% e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / q8 f K& \5 j5 x3 K7 ?
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 Z, ^( _7 w# O: p, m( d- J/ C
How you suffered for you sanity,
: ]- L2 }3 {+ G) h' F7 f' X$ s( iHow you tried to set them free,
, }2 d* g2 T' NThey would not listen they're not listening still, , K" ^" c& {2 \$ ]2 o8 F
Perhaps they never will. |
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