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/ e0 T. s$ c% p& rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! u- Z) U7 s% B4 U9 @2 W% I; J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 ?9 ^- f" }& S1 r4 C- iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( j q. J( j XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) u/ w" i6 ]0 h. p {0 S0 E8 I5 L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. ]0 X f( i& RHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 d' K' E! K- {' u7 h
How you tried to set them free, ! E+ R% N; H) A3 v& D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 \1 f; j' d" E: e( aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) k7 a4 @; B; G# C& B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & m8 H8 e. f2 g4 w3 U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 W) x2 z: ^$ `+ t0 t' M ~' J* NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 f ^) L6 v- c& w! r) a: L+ X% d6 n+ g
+ _ I8 d3 g5 U0 V8 MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" G" n+ u+ a9 X& o$ N. q) JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " u1 }" d* X/ X! T& Y+ ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( j- r. w9 V, B! P. Y* C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 ?6 u# \' v7 ]: iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / W5 x- C, f! t, w
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( ?& q8 s8 X8 q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 `" P% E" Y! B/ _- L% l! N5 f' x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- i$ [, }. i0 R7 W! TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' \6 r( _& I- G6 k3 Q4 C0 yHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 U! r$ B0 Y( W; D/ ?8 k7 WHow you tried to set them free,
, O: C+ x) Y- X2 i6 ^! t% v* \/ Q q' ~They would not listen they're not listening still,
" V' A0 K, t/ I3 g, T. \Perhaps they never will. |
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