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- Y+ E9 M' A4 L/ e0 pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " i0 ^# L5 k8 p0 l3 v; t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 }" {3 T$ y6 [8 pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 k& U( _7 m4 Z" R& i+ K4 wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , r ^7 k5 R& W0 Z( Z' H3 z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! e+ p# @% V6 @1 ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 R) F. f3 b3 z- ~- N% sHow you tried to set them free,
! M# \6 `- n% V. wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : P2 E5 N# x0 ]* S! o Y- u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, D- B+ k; U/ B$ a, H7 GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " y( A+ d7 e- i, k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - M. {& T& T4 Y2 f2 H7 U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. K/ P' X3 e1 Q, `& U6 |% wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 ^. ^& _# n% C- L2 f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 t! Z" p& q3 p7 UYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' z" b" D2 y6 b: _% R+ y# o
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! O; f/ d- J* h+ l) T. U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. a f, W0 `" B2 l/ i2 B+ @' T
7 ~' F( g) Q; j, [, p; WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 P% Q% T" D/ B( IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( {9 i. y/ O; j7 f! ~; U- ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: M% u0 Y- X+ i! k$ U5 \% Z+ KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : n" \. X" H3 K6 q Z. z+ v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 l! h" w3 x( o& D L. uHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ }8 B, ?# v1 iHow you tried to set them free,
1 F6 `9 C8 d9 F2 a2 R: O* bThey would not listen they're not listening still, . x9 N3 U. J0 J' h( X2 K6 M
Perhaps they never will. |
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