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) e4 G$ ]9 [9 o$ R; l. \9 nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 B# n0 V. j1 |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , Q9 d. x3 b7 M* M' H# e+ B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ p& K! q4 I( `! D5 hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ j7 O3 d. F* H- J6 Q5 F9 SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. V8 C% T. M7 Y9 n/ k
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 g- n3 A! s% S( VHow you tried to set them free,
/ V" b4 m, v# c7 [- A, q( V+ `. |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! w, X! `* [2 Z0 r5 }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # ^% s- g7 d1 i- Z6 Y* P- h* b, S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 ]% m) w( l8 K$ |) }, H1 H0 PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # D! e+ n/ \! p6 i {
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " }6 r( g5 `$ [/ T2 K# w
5 N4 @* w7 H0 e% z/ ]$ h% P; ?" LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 b* {2 E3 C" H& L4 x, Y3 |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' D' J2 S- |* s
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; _& h0 l2 r0 Z7 i3 R6 l) Q+ RBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# ?( n" h, z" L G& }) `# YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' f; }# p1 Y& U2 q! y
* S: `" F- x- IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 h O9 Z1 A. ~ m; B7 d1 P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 |$ s- M! M# wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 y7 o- G" D; N- `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 r- k- d% x3 L2 S, H4 r8 C
How you suffered for you sanity,
" j: z: a9 W2 ?, OHow you tried to set them free, / ?. H/ [. T' b6 t6 L
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 x. E9 T; \, f, `9 p% {3 g; y
Perhaps they never will. |
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