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" R0 z) e3 B |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: x$ l. B4 p2 rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , r& c f5 c6 { ?3 |* S& |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, [% a- y" m$ e- U+ d# t8 S2 zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + r3 J" B; c5 g0 O: }. v% ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. z& W. I, Z1 B6 h
How you suffered for you sanity, & k& o$ A0 l9 Y0 G0 ~8 {
How you tried to set them free,
5 l# J$ R+ _5 J% {% MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . {1 w/ b7 R ?" U4 Y2 E& K% L' O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * Y; D5 m* m# T, g; [& T- ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! o% i. v2 b) K. j- NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / K7 p2 _$ U3 p0 M' {2 e4 \% K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % n7 e6 H* j& z7 o
! L5 }* n8 p( _1 h. FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 n7 N1 a6 _8 G6 D3 B* h% J% x! a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( s" T% e% T7 Y, YYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- m# F: ]# R5 g, c1 d- uBut I could have told you, Vincent, " ^5 Q# {9 J4 [( k1 ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' q" S& h: N* j) E$ J2 o
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) r' d- _ s4 q3 a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. E$ z2 ]# V2 b7 w" O7 K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / T7 e, z; \! z" E7 h; N+ u( o8 u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 i. W3 J3 v. V- V' V) `
7 Z' D7 O0 B CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : w; O1 T& z1 ?+ w7 t
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 }8 E5 `# B& w7 S3 R( xHow you tried to set them free,
: v' b- E' ]* c1 f( f+ N3 u5 WThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 ~% r& [- m# I# `
Perhaps they never will. |
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