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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 V9 o1 t5 h; k* ], b& ^; |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) N0 x; Y8 p7 {+ F% H" W+ B! TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 j7 H& W+ `+ i; J: V9 xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" h2 ]2 o2 t, U; ], p, z* T8 INow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 R7 y" ]9 L" w+ B, NHow you suffered for you sanity, p( v _* V* K6 k" e
How you tried to set them free,
$ i/ k5 C8 v% Q$ aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % d* Y' h4 k, ~& A0 E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ o+ \5 q; `; B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + F. U, P$ `3 a& P. p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 N8 X3 Y5 S3 L% OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' u( j8 h; g3 z* ~: K8 _
& ^# r9 B7 v7 J; s/ zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! u% \1 ?1 Q: `3 ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 w' s# q1 O0 d' oYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ L& U9 i" N6 ]8 t z) \% m/ hBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 v2 h6 {. }' ~/ G/ }) }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; f4 t; \" N0 {& w2 [8 RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " m. w# `' e8 v( o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ i' v" h& I* F) R) |% F2 c# ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 u9 `9 K G' z3 rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( U# S% u4 I6 p8 I3 |) b
+ o- {/ T1 ]- I; eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! k2 c; p9 v- L' ]* q. e+ b* dHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 f3 f7 u, h) k+ a& h4 s. L* sHow you tried to set them free, + B# W5 N2 Z5 g- {5 q7 @
They would not listen they're not listening still, - k; ~" Z( p" D/ D5 c2 r6 J4 R" L: r
Perhaps they never will. |
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