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: V! @5 J: f5 } T* T% `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & d% g' Q% h* a6 \+ l2 M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 Z4 \. L" b6 Z- ~! i7 y. nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ k4 A3 M6 Z$ ?5 O2 `! m) |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( b( t; x% X* ^3 h5 O0 fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' o( {2 r! }# R$ vHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ Q6 |0 K$ q6 R: ]2 p% t+ uHow you tried to set them free, 4 H* S; q% Z9 B( p1 s3 v( g6 k" a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 x% ^$ U, d5 E3 ~, XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& b1 e4 O- z5 ~& J2 ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 y, W1 K: X- S; P/ u9 h' p1 K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . b/ P+ K, M: d* v, f( D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 d8 x/ X4 _ \) ^0 S$ ]
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " N. E9 S) B4 m$ ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
`8 a g( r2 h* _: MYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 m9 m* Q, a& R& U8 q5 u$ r
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 b7 y% q3 b! g+ {* [" x# [, H$ KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + a+ q) w( L7 c. S$ j4 H( M; d$ `7 t+ M
: q4 Q# B6 G0 K! KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . h# P+ z& D2 X. A, G/ o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : G! f7 J4 N: {- E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' T9 f2 Y% ?( R4 T9 T- r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # Q# J% G. A0 V( u( |* O
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* k- `' q# |0 k; Y0 S% z; IHow you suffered for you sanity," ^3 `/ B8 z, A3 N5 E
How you tried to set them free, - ]" V+ k5 v2 H- X
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& [" B1 U2 P6 `) j5 n2 ?4 YPerhaps they never will. |
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