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J& j$ V" h; T' U$ s3 G* \. xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ P! c, g7 E: Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 t% S" S& l: {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," f) N7 p, @5 ]5 d: x* B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: T1 Y1 b) i. W: ?! E. xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! D$ t+ w" `. D0 [, g' wHow you suffered for you sanity,
# e& f$ n: }* q# [8 o" J, D& u$ RHow you tried to set them free, K$ k8 n1 G# z" h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) ]. B5 T5 `1 _& r5 r w0 S3 \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ P" d5 p1 W$ f I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) H; _- c6 t+ EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: N# Z% C6 Y- d2 c. p/ }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 ^7 V6 W9 ~3 j* ?2 {% D
. e+ j7 ?- W; [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . i) f6 I8 S# \3 h3 j* e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& {' H. |* J2 }% o! @You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) R r4 j0 d* O# l* ?
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 M$ a: V% s$ ^, F& a/ B2 J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . \* m2 D" ^# n: L
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 ~! `' f( B9 L6 P8 a& V. e: sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. U9 L! o7 Y* `9 [ ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 \$ k- x+ Q& ]+ L3 O `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + X) ^. ^" j' f% E. E
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # P! U+ G+ a8 P$ c$ A) _
How you suffered for you sanity,/ V7 I5 m1 T$ h
How you tried to set them free,
( k0 [9 U- f0 X4 S0 B3 eThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 b7 [, z1 M3 c2 S9 E! q. u2 _
Perhaps they never will. |
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