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, T0 t4 W% V$ K v3 eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " h4 Y8 Y9 P( y/ w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( P. _) l' S9 LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 g$ U' o2 p: ]0 ?3 s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, r/ E2 \1 O/ C3 XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ t0 l; @. T8 l4 S' O EHow you suffered for you sanity, / U. i; G2 u X+ N' j3 ] F" a, V
How you tried to set them free, 0 q+ X8 L0 y6 ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + t5 ~9 T' C# _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 w& a1 H }6 h w; D0 @9 y, o$ F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 }/ x' G$ Y( v8 k0 A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) S6 _& ~% d& B$ @9 m+ oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 t; n+ ~& L; }7 X# E
$ U' j+ c; h2 f1 `2 ]) JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 Y; o; K3 M& A# i/ @/ z. K# zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- p: Q1 F5 H/ Z* V2 |4 B/ h5 eYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % o+ B5 @2 L7 j) n/ H2 I
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 B$ S! U3 A2 `5 a1 J2 ^- `4 f8 hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. a- [* [2 x) k: W6 l7 D g
( H$ f5 m4 e z1 qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" d/ w( Q* ^- M/ jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 V* T. }" ~/ N3 zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( a9 S! W+ ]3 }. @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; T, T: y+ s6 L0 g- \# _( l+ VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ S% u5 J5 O0 I" e9 [
How you suffered for you sanity,
" e- a2 g- I$ k. m: G/ D9 G! THow you tried to set them free, ' j1 L! b5 u3 i0 e# u; N
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 E7 @$ F4 T7 t' k) F) h$ r1 O
Perhaps they never will. |
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