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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 M" b0 E* _, }. n8 X( Z! [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * d8 P6 n7 |! L: f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 y. ~ [9 L- B0 I/ a' ~" p. L3 tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% \; I8 ]) i* B% ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,
( r6 f% }! R! WHow you suffered for you sanity,
& l) S8 H0 X" L# c( ZHow you tried to set them free, ; y m; W& [' ]( h7 v# }- ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
n% G/ t# P5 H0 VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ ~% O. k( ~4 c ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % F, y) n* T1 n2 G0 O7 I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - [# O; w' }( Q- |+ X# I6 i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; j4 \0 Q: d: C5 t& E& ~
/ A& Q2 p( M: D/ R7 BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( }0 U) Y) k& \$ [$ U+ G# o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 _+ K9 S( B; P& t5 C# LYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 ^% }, P) p* i% U0 A `# Y+ e9 cBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' Q0 O. U8 } j% z1 p, j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 ^( O0 y4 {2 t. K7 ]; H) s% V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . |4 ?- I1 M- c7 y, X. ?" O1 m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " _* {% g, ?! j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ @4 J% l# T" I' I) n i4 @$ n" N" a' A
; k" J3 Z) z" XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , F. s8 o* {$ M$ Z$ ^. N
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 ^: R6 k# k3 M- fHow you tried to set them free, 6 X0 e* X- h8 o: m
They would not listen they're not listening still, : _; M% i4 l8 ` q. d
Perhaps they never will. |
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