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- U! b. P' p0 i- g0 C H8 DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 n/ V+ Z$ {/ B8 Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( t5 S) T3 X) FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; l7 }7 m" d% |8 N: RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 d# z+ v3 s* ]7 INow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" i# _/ E: _; CHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 |; o: T" N$ y0 V' u, R; ^
How you tried to set them free, 2 A" a. U$ ]$ N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . V' H9 \2 F$ r& d0 c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + Z0 K+ A4 u) q y& M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& y7 @) d- w) G; `0 }: xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' ~& J* P# a8 H9 w' vWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 x6 O5 ?; \* {+ r! }) q' GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - @$ |* ^9 v! C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% |5 t8 Y8 ^- F- g" n! k& q; P" nYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, d L$ J4 S; t/ q7 ^But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 T; p2 L ~9 f- E0 D. SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 k* g9 p L1 y, z7 `
/ q5 w8 U6 `! N8 [4 oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % T. |4 [, ?8 r* Q8 H, B7 X2 U, W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 X0 [7 j1 ~: j: H- m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 I8 K# l2 ^5 ]; s OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 _) S0 j q7 @ B6 p# x
, a" X, Z; c- F' `) v; `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( L# L' m# e, O- J8 ~
How you suffered for you sanity,! c( ?% F- X# @+ K8 C/ p% q
How you tried to set them free, / ^ G0 _" r1 b3 N' D# J, O
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 J) {8 T, z- P2 k. H0 u$ m
Perhaps they never will. |
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