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+ P4 _9 H1 K' q' M/ u. T; U1 eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ k. A) I& L7 _; L2 U* `3 w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 S& y% X7 o0 E8 l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," V$ Q5 b7 X/ o( V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : y0 g6 V1 }1 b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 b# r( y$ x8 H1 u ]5 F% JHow you suffered for you sanity,
- n2 F3 N6 j2 A; L4 x, Z5 c1 ^How you tried to set them free,
* N( i) J$ K1 J3 [) W& W* O. QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & w, w P% P: x; V4 J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; ?' u' U* j3 ~) m8 s$ jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 U; l$ u8 k* G5 Q5 I% X& q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" u+ ]3 `" s" m4 C& f+ VWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. u2 K& d0 X$ P3 N! Q- A( v) i+ Z+ L! \/ e
" `7 k/ \: A- _5 P6 i3 x- |# Z3 fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, Q+ d; {. p: g. R' B. q( A1 R) |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. G7 `7 y$ {5 U$ ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) j: q0 R: r6 r# o
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 m! B( }' j6 _$ }1 X9 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: W* l4 V9 [5 z r3 a, xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : z: G, U" G* a8 h; m& _+ V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 R7 }2 j& l3 R6 g4 E" X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # E" C5 t1 V) S; V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 y$ k8 X+ O) u$ k5 K
* |. K- F+ g4 \, f n) \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 c% H0 g; R+ |) n3 \How you suffered for you sanity,
( ?& x+ ]% q. Q# B5 A6 {* K) M3 ^( m" e1 fHow you tried to set them free,
( G; V5 [: t, [' }They would not listen they're not listening still,
) d5 m: I6 S: D' `! ^; p/ {Perhaps they never will. |
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