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- p! q, k, J6 }( y# UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 v# S4 m! x1 q. k) J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . a" P# ]/ a" j* D: D5 k, ^1 x0 U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! u$ Q4 v6 b! x; ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + H- H+ {, h* N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. J9 K m/ U. k/ w# lHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 z- z, [- A# [9 m
How you tried to set them free, ^0 k' \: K& a% n! R+ m; n. ]/ i: [' Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 L0 N9 M0 X7 k( s" ^( j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
m9 K1 ?+ a) ]: I1 iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * a% ^' V- }; h" |7 X! y h4 T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 a' W( X4 g2 x W% X1 ?, iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 O1 _( ?4 Z8 P
& G+ D: |1 t3 `For they could not love you, but still your love was true, H* Y% w/ E6 W0 n6 t6 @; p, P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& g' c3 @* u+ t( K+ Q0 k5 SYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' i9 k2 E4 n& E; V1 @7 V3 PBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! s% ]1 S& r) I, ^$ k* O' B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % l7 `/ C' Q. Q5 o [" M6 i
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / w! ?. q7 j1 f6 |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 o/ L4 X3 D7 R* F mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; Z4 A( o8 n/ H# t$ p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - H- X% v% p' g' d( s5 C/ N
9 Y8 @& A" X# s+ ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. ?7 o3 L! Z1 u" g6 [0 @How you suffered for you sanity,, \/ d7 Q: ]. S5 i. w
How you tried to set them free, 8 a; a5 o% F- @6 s0 l7 O
They would not listen they're not listening still, " p6 G9 D2 E6 v0 ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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