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6 X7 D t( K' M: }8 ]5 ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : k$ x4 q8 F _! d) o# J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % t5 p0 c8 S3 X ]! B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 X0 u% Z- d6 g+ `2 H2 dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ G3 N; K9 `! r+ K' ^- }4 UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, s5 t+ v* W- {
How you suffered for you sanity, $ `) v, J1 l( K1 q& v1 A
How you tried to set them free,
" t# x* c% Y H: LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : N0 \: U- Y/ X, _: B" ^2 Q' l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ H- P" a/ r# e" f1 OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & y# y" p( b% x$ _2 z0 t, x+ w" z0 G" y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
Q# a9 |, ~+ r8 W- SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # G& K$ p- `% F' b+ e" R Y3 s: I
' E3 u2 K; g0 R6 B+ Q% f3 SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) Y' E0 i7 \% W( I, BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ w9 |9 V& D% H) Z: p! L+ f" C2 z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ K4 q* |9 q" ~# u1 gBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 ^/ J+ B% }$ ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " l7 S, ?! ^. r& k( `5 Z1 ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- k; b& F9 d) D- q2 D ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& t+ b# u4 ]+ [; SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 A. L; |: C6 s, Y- N: V P, u
0 R9 o, m m" [, d; \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 i9 _5 k6 Q" hHow you suffered for you sanity,' u3 l- K, x5 ?
How you tried to set them free, : L; l# }" k8 m1 V8 f% ]
They would not listen they're not listening still, V; s5 u6 l. v! r3 ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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