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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . x P& }" J4 X3 @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % p& a2 q: ?( ~. O6 k. u! f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# O8 z) g2 C8 V% `" a; BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 s; O5 \. r4 V! V$ wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 M4 R% S) k' [0 h, C/ B
How you suffered for you sanity, - G$ C/ B1 o$ O
How you tried to set them free,
1 E) w# Q, O8 C3 R/ E1 ?( ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , w5 E, }" n" e7 k/ ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " K: @/ `# T, a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " o3 k) i5 j$ s& X- L# H$ L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, F+ ]5 `" \' P) Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; K8 O& T2 I1 ?7 G
( ^+ c/ M( H t! R) h# _7 @For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 L! l! y/ h0 c, ], O. P. g' m$ U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( k% i J7 f7 j
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 b) M( t+ Z( H! ^. u" RBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% E% y) x* J7 \2 pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 l" I* Q* M" J
! B) K) o/ P. @1 |* tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ D' o$ _8 q9 k6 @! }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ ]1 e$ y" r9 L- v) c" Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, {1 t% v* q1 [( \, b$ c; o% ^& y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: f- f9 c+ l+ j( u" YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& k6 l: S9 i6 n9 t8 @' k; T4 Z5 tHow you suffered for you sanity,
" F0 s$ K6 h8 GHow you tried to set them free, 9 F) K4 l& T& t. P/ V- X. ?2 m
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ c) ?" o( X4 C) _% `/ D) h
Perhaps they never will. |
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