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6 `5 O* m' p! [( @7 E" SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * `9 V& c: u. d* g1 D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 o. }/ e7 [9 m L$ T9 AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* }, L& P' w1 S u2 Q5 j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 n2 k C# s) }' c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' D9 \: D+ n) W/ P/ {) j; n' b
How you suffered for you sanity, ( \# z3 e0 [; p; K
How you tried to set them free,
+ _0 o' j) u1 B% z- O- SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& f$ X- F: M& X I1 aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" d3 A. Y! s; {$ }3 HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ O/ U! ]$ a: `" O4 Z4 H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* ~( X' e: _6 j1 B2 y: sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 N& c( \7 y. U
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # ]2 L$ z$ f7 ~5 R$ Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * D% r' z& W: X/ d
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 b9 w- C0 ~& m4 [
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ L0 |; e4 ~0 l; L7 ~# Y* rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) e6 V5 R$ R6 [" V' ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 t* i3 a/ D& _# C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# _' q, Q5 o0 K& b2 w, y! Y1 jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" K. h) ^6 T2 e8 e# F- IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) ~& X) }& Z# Q# X( D! {& g$ ?! ^
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( S1 w, D) d2 ^0 t. a9 P- H& ]How you suffered for you sanity,. @* t" S6 s; C3 m8 ~. ^: n
How you tried to set them free, ( C% O( v, y+ x0 Q# Y# A9 U
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 x, M4 k" j$ k$ k$ ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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