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$ r: C- ?& j6 ? @. ^7 T& XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( v+ y. {0 c2 h5 X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # f2 D$ B6 F7 k6 K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# z' T( w: s/ x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ o* o+ Q/ l! X6 m2 h; b3 gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: }5 ^8 ~+ z! P: v) UHow you suffered for you sanity,
* v4 ]$ M2 u4 b' l% U3 u `How you tried to set them free, & U) o: f; y( A) l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
y" v1 k8 F, Y' W) }1 k. GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' K$ r# ?- l# [; t! x3 M A$ r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 a T$ J8 A* e9 ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 L* \3 s0 c6 n2 A! a/ e4 pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 b4 M3 J% p; A5 Y& t. A) U0 |
* U; h# c/ y, h' {' JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 d* g+ z( s% c# P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ A% ]# ^: e/ m8 ]- O" IYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / K$ Z9 a2 T2 G3 X$ f7 d! d9 T
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 P' g6 R; j, _/ b9 d# BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, Z }; J9 n/ g" c- j; YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 C [, @' V6 C( F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , R# P5 m- t3 p( M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 U8 T6 I: v2 n* j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 A5 `7 d5 `! z& C# a S( E+ Y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 @3 A) K7 V( z7 J6 sHow you suffered for you sanity," y2 _4 @! l$ T, Q# T0 c! X, D1 e
How you tried to set them free,
! T8 H6 n9 v* FThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* [5 b3 U+ b2 b; ]) F1 L* O5 ~Perhaps they never will. |
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