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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 b! h" @+ J8 ?1 n8 l: T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 o& E2 f# o& H/ R1 y8 Y7 a) k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 l' D C- |8 H& W% |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ s" S' a! b: N3 ~. D. yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- ]. W( t. h4 m& S
How you suffered for you sanity, / t6 c' \$ m$ {3 Z
How you tried to set them free, - l, h; ]: @; V* E, O- p7 e( v3 L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( U+ z9 }1 w5 }. h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 A5 d- c" _% {$ L1 Q- b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 I, E7 N2 F8 g, T7 c6 d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 B, F* q# q3 G2 v0 [- nWeathered 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, m% o- L8 G! S* x, Z0 g' E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # h u8 M9 `: q$ v# G
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % X- p6 E: {0 Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 \, B+ j2 a( z5 F2 E4 L4 |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! ?8 y9 v9 i$ `5 ?
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 a3 x' \" b+ u" ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 K/ v: a8 b4 r8 Y( Z. s& ?' D6 NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 J1 W* t) S( _. ]4 u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 I8 r. B, \4 z0 C/ I, D
# ?- o( `" _" f- S# L# tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 ]1 r2 b8 ], x# S! T/ sHow you suffered for you sanity,# K2 f, _0 M2 y2 n$ x
How you tried to set them free,
/ M" O" `' m4 t6 x S$ D$ DThey would not listen they're not listening still, . X* B+ T- Q- c4 @& }% k
Perhaps they never will. |
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