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: Y- Y" y4 s2 y/ Q4 t* X8 eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( A# Y: m9 [& S9 |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & F1 `% x5 Q5 J# q, H2 ]( U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ w. c/ l! d: x' j' fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 g. y" n; Y5 Y( ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! Q. ~0 C! `# k8 f+ ~6 O$ h zHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 J2 O: C" W5 e0 \How you tried to set them free, 8 g% T* V' P6 v }, V- Q+ L9 o: J) _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . W. p6 e7 q- d( ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 V) i/ Z6 f* h ?6 ]5 [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 a# _2 c9 O% l6 C* l" p& ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 e& I' v% g" H; p/ [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 q% h9 x4 D1 Z) t1 _/ q
) V$ a8 M0 e1 @$ sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ {; y l& W8 a/ j4 g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " D; |- \* `5 ?/ D( u% e
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 R- X8 r9 k) ]/ Y7 B5 m R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 R& r: D" H' X: j% p# TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; S7 \2 d3 B8 y7 y0 w
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' ~0 r/ G, r9 z/ r& [0 C$ H7 vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) t8 a3 K% v4 X v+ q6 _" n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( N# @; g7 |2 q7 C; I$ m( o) Q$ Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : t1 m& W0 G+ ^5 \. t
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 D, X" f. w' V* w5 y' UHow you suffered for you sanity,
# w; ?6 X5 ]7 Y6 y# a0 G1 _How you tried to set them free, 6 k6 b8 A- O1 l2 L2 ]
They would not listen they're not listening still,
v9 a8 J" D5 H7 d1 qPerhaps they never will. |
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