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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & _. c, e+ X/ J. j4 |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : v6 `$ B; @3 K. |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* o8 X- Y5 } N- I8 t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 I" R1 Q$ w* G' \3 p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; C' z7 h% _2 A) j" X
How you suffered for you sanity, + i. c! _& C6 m. ]' Q
How you tried to set them free, & t' V: t$ ^ v% ^( i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 b8 {2 y, r: `% P' B. AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' {; k N7 ?- D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 N: ]4 g6 W) [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( h% c# g; h- B g6 q6 l+ |6 F2 {Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% f+ l7 J" w4 }# P: h9 Z1 rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + n8 ^6 W( n1 P* h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' m* n# b8 H6 V0 U! L
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& V( S6 H- v7 B1 t4 _* NBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 R) D+ |+ O7 A0 ?; T5 E9 D+ o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ [/ L. B' y" }. E2 U+ u0 X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' l, B$ J7 C7 Y; J: p: E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# t+ O- [7 f: O3 b' }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ a$ T7 N! U5 H& a9 s
; n" `! Z3 k) ^- R8 m1 a! |9 KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% j [& Z1 P1 U6 g: `$ kHow you suffered for you sanity,. c, p! Y: H$ V* A+ V$ J, w
How you tried to set them free,
5 s/ i/ w8 d& G8 [6 [They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 L* E$ G/ v) k' i0 p2 Q* xPerhaps they never will. |
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