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) Q" Y2 t! B( Z! a3 q/ D% aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , ^4 U( x0 U' ]; o% I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % ], i) k9 c$ L! E! v3 `9 m8 e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 n E! G% b9 \& j! W% MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) ?6 X7 r: @' u, b, b% LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 u: I* h6 N! E2 Q5 ~1 \ _# N6 Z0 H0 s
How you suffered for you sanity, - P' j/ H$ O7 A; p9 c9 T
How you tried to set them free, Z. g1 ^0 \0 Q/ s) K$ R6 w# j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , m1 W4 b3 ]! i' O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : B+ X8 g( ?3 L u' d* w d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 {$ f2 W! C/ j3 q1 ] H1 o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 n$ a+ z, X- A: h2 r* JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 @( ], r# w% Z0 u0 r
6 d1 J0 V) K8 ^* f% Y5 y+ z) R( t( bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ g& n! v* s) ?1 T. G# Y. {* bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! r5 e1 q5 x* f: r/ UYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! j9 U" N2 |3 J0 c# i7 o) [But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 b9 @, @0 h9 H: R* ` zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & k7 `& B% n$ s0 j$ Y* J, Y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 m* I- L/ `3 I, s& O8 j& E# k2 L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, c G4 c0 Y& kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" v0 s# P. V( j6 g; ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 u4 o' }& I' [- a4 p/ U
3 }) W, m! u0 C$ V0 eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" }1 J% ], Q' p0 uHow you suffered for you sanity,& c, c- T+ I& J. v1 M) ]
How you tried to set them free, 4 ?: w/ P0 F7 y( r3 O: x, Z
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 n0 I2 ]8 e% S3 O e) e8 i1 V
Perhaps they never will. |
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