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, ?9 w; E$ K3 v tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + l7 k s0 D( x P6 f6 O3 d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * F. s3 E: E! Q# M: ~4 ^, C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' T9 n9 F0 w: V" n, {5 JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : A+ k r1 a0 O& \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- R' P+ {4 \3 Y D
How you suffered for you sanity,
& G( q# w H! }1 y: `* jHow you tried to set them free, 4 s: i( F$ q; W( S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ o6 e) ^- l* U( j( J% ~$ H# u+ [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % B' f6 o) Z, {7 C( T7 d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 V {; Y6 _1 q$ B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( l0 C* @+ U; U' j4 {Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 `$ K0 G; q2 U) M! V& S2 P4 `For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 a% s! ~( T; g6 g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; ~0 A5 F# P# `3 b2 ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! o: Z) [! l; h+ M# c8 \But I could have told you, Vincent,
' q% p1 C1 m; m0 k4 ?. YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: b: X$ R, s8 w: H# m: lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. i4 V1 ]) `' w* O! B0 ^* K; M* Y; bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: q6 N. [ O# a( \' T+ xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + u3 l4 [& d) v; v6 |+ W; ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 E$ h* @# B! D7 D+ _
3 |) e! B3 d* X' I/ |& n1 tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
E. ?* z |1 a9 K3 C4 ?: IHow you suffered for you sanity,7 W) h7 N% s0 t/ }1 ]5 G+ Q* z
How you tried to set them free,
2 Q* W2 z3 @" q+ }, X, Y: C! ~They would not listen they're not listening still, - F# _6 Y9 i' [- J, E
Perhaps they never will. |
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