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) d" d. ?( Q/ k; E4 T- n8 DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' M$ j. k5 C1 R, u- L! Z" a, s" x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, J! ?; s5 Y) \3 }& I' TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ T* ~$ u3 x. X( E5 Q) Z sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) c( r# t% n/ ]& lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
h3 e7 P" I1 i3 v9 gHow you suffered for you sanity, & m/ D5 S' x) a% W3 r1 C$ p# z+ @
How you tried to set them free,
' j9 A% S0 C/ O eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / k7 p* T+ G2 O8 k+ x: K: H7 X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( j5 E! y+ s: k; B- j# I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 E" S& @: ~2 ]: U1 B ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& f2 U6 L2 R* [* z) S: b% }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 G [( i7 y8 E. C; W, _4 \* F
% A/ J& B/ k U9 tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 Y/ k2 z- C$ L3 Z; ?6 @$ s/ CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# n2 t% [/ k' }" I! y. {7 HYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& @% I+ X+ X4 ]But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ d$ o9 t* o6 |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ k4 V: [4 O" i( ]( g; B
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' j1 U R" c6 g8 g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
U, p7 }7 o6 R# _# R* sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 s, @% s3 t! G) F5 M# r9 R: G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; @ s+ @- |6 G! U' h W; m7 cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" h8 j* i6 I4 U4 W$ tHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 P8 x+ h4 d! u& U1 }; R: zHow you tried to set them free,
! f( ?" I& g- _( Q" \They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 m& {6 u8 i" u+ k0 t7 G
Perhaps they never will. |
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