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: P8 y- H" m8 t& r H; _0 IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 J, O* ]/ f7 h& t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : k) U2 R: h6 t1 @0 |' h( b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* w% H+ i) Z/ b% k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 ~+ \3 a& \) O, X/ X) k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 e# s c' a% s& j3 T4 Q5 L
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 }6 W# K. u7 P0 A" z7 K. i8 uHow you tried to set them free, " L4 v/ X) K* f1 D' M3 s5 |. y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / l/ h0 l& k3 ^4 A& m7 H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * [1 {/ s5 J) H. p9 r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 i# L( g0 ]! ?; N. q: C; v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 \& \4 V7 |* N1 Z9 E* Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 l0 d/ }' v. n6 a
* X$ F' i& z: cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 z) Y. I) I6 i# r3 D9 YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - C6 `- z L* L8 o% e, t9 N/ W
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% K8 ~1 D6 _, z! L- ^9 qBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 R) a" I( z( L, W1 {1 @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + z& Y0 `; q+ j' x5 h9 `, g$ P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
H; g) A( C$ p# H Y5 \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . G- A4 c7 t1 B9 x$ G1 V: X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " k6 W0 H/ t, X% s& v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 ], H4 z; m( h% c2 W- u
) }4 e i! A0 T4 q8 @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 j8 x( a. H- |6 J) U# _How you suffered for you sanity,
0 V4 d+ x7 }' }9 d! eHow you tried to set them free,
4 F1 W, X, s/ c' ~! ?They would not listen they're not listening still, . [& w u) m# H: N1 t
Perhaps they never will. |
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