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3 @- | k6 o7 ]0 J+ W6 ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, p" A$ b- B, _! ~0 |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& \4 B9 R; x+ x5 l* o" z1 EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: H& J6 z' H. F) M9 y# o$ w# Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) ?7 R" l6 b" `, ~/ Q5 L1 z5 ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# G0 m: Y+ x* IHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 C7 N' C- t! M" `* y6 ?
How you tried to set them free, ' Y, c+ q( m2 V6 k7 ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; e$ | [, K& }, C+ K2 N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 u8 ~) }6 r- m1 y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - h; `+ L) E R' o- g) P) y* T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ s% q7 [# \ R1 KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) @+ Z2 s; X: h8 j( o% F5 `. t8 r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( Z: |( C- W% K4 u' @0 t$ E6 b/ i& i
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& H! H$ s' ?3 TBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ _& q7 y8 ~$ ?! ^ e: Y l* H3 ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # U" Y( K. b1 F
) \5 d9 ?+ D7 A9 zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! v8 I7 V4 I- PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 i1 f- M- [) M1 c$ {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( [$ t. E) j$ r" h+ x6 Z, \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 Y* V, Z6 F5 l; D% y
7 V" w% d# P. v7 J# ^7 nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , |9 Q% }7 L7 K% U! g: P
How you suffered for you sanity," C T6 c, w8 e" o3 ? A2 @$ p
How you tried to set them free, $ Q, P. V: ]: C5 Q
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 w+ l$ j' c# e& N3 `2 g
Perhaps they never will. |
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