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( Q/ ]7 E8 g2 w$ OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 t# e# @8 B3 I$ Y1 Z/ MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & X3 Q3 R: b6 Q4 {, l" }7 t# p! x; ?9 \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- D, I7 a! C, V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - ^. _. J0 h6 R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 W3 Y& {9 m6 q# y9 Z- b; ?/ pHow you suffered for you sanity,
: k( W9 z' [0 [ A2 j$ v: P! u; w$ JHow you tried to set them free, 8 O" a! l: ?/ _4 Z: s2 {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ R( H: R, p. {3 t8 f1 N9 M/ k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 H" \- T* Q% j9 L7 E% @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . a7 k+ y5 x, J7 C9 |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : B: c6 y' b' i- T1 g9 S g. b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " i- G' [" c d# o* M
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, W$ O- h8 o* c6 A. }, O" L- D0 P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% _- D, x' X" H4 J+ vYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 N5 j% M+ s- B0 g) f& i3 F3 v: x
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( c+ f# W' G+ L. V: JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * V6 o: R) q5 k$ h4 i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) ?) y3 D$ i3 N4 Y4 g: Q$ L% b# ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' J- |/ g) T' \9 F1 A: w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , B( n& o9 h8 P# y) P, M; i. {
7 ^! X' I2 o/ k1 a) o% {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 M5 V: n/ k, W: o5 s2 J) I$ a" Z1 H
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 h- ]# t$ w1 IHow you tried to set them free,
5 G0 B3 y- @! _They would not listen they're not listening still, ! j" W$ @# g8 r, z. e# L) P, F O
Perhaps they never will. |
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