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4 _, f2 Y! w8 R' d) N, n) N. aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& P h- A# z# X: g1 F4 X5 ^! O; NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # F+ j6 W+ T9 J$ U: ^5 X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( h) y Y& g2 I& `. x _* R. m4 Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! F! {" ~0 I6 F$ j. W/ z: y7 ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% C0 t9 y, _' v& c, E: NHow you suffered for you sanity, " r1 ^/ J F4 K0 E
How you tried to set them free, - s! |" `8 d* E9 N4 j7 h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- V6 w# T! Y- O: SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; V, v( X& u% j9 P& v1 l5 O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 i+ B6 j6 @/ `& g/ B3 d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( s) j2 q6 U* U0 H' p$ aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% C% `2 P, a( x5 G3 E/ t" O/ nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 R. G; o! F! V2 p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! Y9 E8 e( g2 N1 Q0 c7 h. d( ^: sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! s( l+ v/ o0 ]' Z0 L0 ]
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 @, g5 L% V! s) S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! Y R' G. H7 ?8 k
+ Y ]8 w, k( {! r" R* oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 L; k8 ^* b$ Z, b1 ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 E1 B. K0 X7 l# u$ g& O; @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * A) d# R' o9 A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 f6 `1 k8 ^( I5 Z2 ~
+ {" k% X: O" z7 nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% x. [+ d: u" p+ f' XHow you suffered for you sanity,
- q/ s- {7 R" e1 U! E tHow you tried to set them free, 0 r7 g# m" K; c( D: {/ W
They would not listen they're not listening still, * F$ y9 T3 m8 C- @* b
Perhaps they never will. |
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