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: k- v4 m: o# l- Y; y8 Y- }4 PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 O2 D. \) c6 F5 ` u I" ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * S1 T, b% x, L# x2 b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ l5 i/ I5 E6 I5 c# q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 A. \% p3 E; l8 i( y( y! YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& s. y" L# n5 q' V3 b! THow you suffered for you sanity,
. e, g" M* e! v, Y, K6 nHow you tried to set them free,
7 T7 k3 \) y9 `5 z" @- }7 x# m2 t( \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) u; f* a+ `" G/ Y5 F" oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 ^8 V! ]& X7 rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 X3 h8 ~( N( V6 b, f4 |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # _" p3 X" h7 L# C* ~* x2 V" ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - s" { c/ @4 o6 m) P, o+ Q
2 f8 i9 _* i) V2 j! oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & s7 q$ O. A+ E) M/ n# D4 q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : a9 G0 F0 ^5 D) `! R( |% [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & {& L4 y4 E X
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ D& G3 G) ~3 i. WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 [8 E/ q. N5 @5 ]4 Q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 _9 J. s2 n6 O. Y1 i" w8 v3 l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 x/ v, E! g! l8 |; ]% {5 T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) b! G8 s1 F8 S/ xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 y" Z; B0 d, T0 j& q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. F. K( E4 v9 vHow you suffered for you sanity,
# h4 r, {7 C# C( k( M7 I! GHow you tried to set them free,
7 K* P! p' g$ l$ ^; oThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 c: |# p! T2 B8 n6 K1 ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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