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3 d; P; [6 F- mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : }' X! ^' p2 e- A* L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( ^- W7 I6 S H( | }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; B7 u6 Y6 p& D. S7 J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' Q% Z6 F) t$ j7 W' a8 u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# l2 y( {# n8 y" S8 C0 @How you suffered for you sanity,
% c5 R$ J& h+ ]+ c1 r4 r; sHow you tried to set them free, & H; y& x# b7 b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 G$ `( V+ d: C C2 @5 q3 Q0 B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' p! S `0 _) c M& @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 ~3 y; b8 p7 ^9 g% d( Z3 JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 E# r; @2 @& @5 M2 V4 A, Y M4 C) x0 R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ ^* X3 `2 Y4 D! ^. D
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & m7 k1 O1 W- P8 h! v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ \) \" ^. u _/ ]- I* {. ?You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 x) h; s2 ]. T K: V
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: U0 B3 b- K3 R8 ?6 ^5 mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 f$ |% X3 L% l$ RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) }" z* U9 f6 U( i: [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . i) ?# Q7 M0 H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 j5 i% ^) O" h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 p5 R+ `! y4 V5 d, D9 j
, b, e1 I0 f. R+ f, Y# HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' X. N7 U1 a4 ^$ w, r; {How you suffered for you sanity,
8 e8 U C0 h1 x9 E1 }How you tried to set them free,
9 H" l9 Z4 V# k7 P. [, J* OThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 |* O' ?3 e: ~8 W! R4 b
Perhaps they never will. |
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