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5 X' r- r9 ?3 h; `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# [/ T4 U/ ` H+ a; yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 g( v% e6 @# _ m0 k. `9 ~) E! sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& D/ J1 i+ K: d- Q5 [/ z1 Z' @2 ]4 c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! ]/ _; A, Q) e+ d; ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, p. z4 J; t: W# j: E: h. a0 d. ]9 V+ MHow you suffered for you sanity, # r8 X4 ~9 c8 {2 _5 |) y5 k
How you tried to set them free,
2 b( v: m' m, r# MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . Y. X: k3 h- Z A% |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, ]& o- O7 j8 h; x, e7 c& B% t5 I8 }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) N, l) }! Z3 q* ~- |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ h* O! L# r; d, X* r: N- | f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. L |3 ?, l* U. W! V" e- Y8 R
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 f9 I9 }1 i6 O ^0 p' J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" i6 Z: M! S. V; T( w9 k7 @You took your life as lovers ofter do, " O1 y) S: ~" r- u, z; d6 @' l) p+ q1 j
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* j& I4 [4 u" w3 WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , P: Q: \* n! l9 j. t
. N, U9 z0 n' N6 r B' a8 {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: [) u* D% L1 ^6 YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( _& s/ D0 S8 NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! p) _. S' v! z8 _: w( NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 v9 ]/ X0 v+ S
: }2 w* m# O0 e5 T4 QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 M3 J5 `1 [" q8 h
How you suffered for you sanity,. U- B7 v8 N: H
How you tried to set them free,
7 E" X) x3 x2 W O$ q0 J/ U7 ZThey would not listen they're not listening still, - m2 T$ h0 g5 R- T' s v
Perhaps they never will. |
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