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: J, |, \7 i2 P% @. X0 Q, hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 q* m0 g" `/ w/ K- T- H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - Y$ g* y/ _. H! D3 A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) n5 h' V- H& }: ^1 E, u1 dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% M0 P! [) o8 R6 f: ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ x" @! W0 K2 ?8 P, ~" QHow you suffered for you sanity,
; S, d) K: {/ |6 i0 b2 {7 AHow you tried to set them free, ' n+ R. e+ @' k5 I3 T) ~% s! P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( |7 V6 E' k8 `- _$ E- T- p( }9 t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( [" [" Q" F0 F+ [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; w0 P6 W* ~8 J6 ]1 k) s3 U0 Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . J; r* x7 v* E( ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + q' T; @; r0 W* S, t5 y
/ P& y4 E6 E. W. z2 F; w2 VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & O( F2 I1 K: A' z5 ?! u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 G, T$ T. N' x3 k3 ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 W" s2 j. ]8 q* d; h5 }
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, B: E- [) F' B n: v5 {, a/ I* LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* f+ M) t o4 `& F6 g! ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 T2 p+ ^2 I) L2 J+ ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! {' p1 T9 Z- a. R1 i" Z* n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 ?" x9 \' b* O% p3 T
$ j# Z9 U* f& @( z0 \2 XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & b, p% c& K- k
How you suffered for you sanity,5 Y3 }8 w) T6 W
How you tried to set them free,
% B8 G1 g6 G) wThey would not listen they're not listening still, # ~; W5 j0 D$ R% M
Perhaps they never will. |
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