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. [* n1 q8 h7 @3 X, nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 Z$ W7 D0 Q- M' o* W+ ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! B6 x' }8 O. o5 ?- z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ m; ? W* _$ F/ z: ]* @: OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 d: r9 b B& n+ ^3 I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& \3 T; j6 q# Y# u4 A( s, BHow you suffered for you sanity, + I& B; k2 B3 }7 B$ }3 }
How you tried to set them free, : w; I( V: r. X5 c1 Q/ X' @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 n2 Q0 q" m1 s- `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * v {- H: o' r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ b. v9 m, B7 ~( y% o/ H4 e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 R; h9 V J# D8 P WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , ?% V% \ n& s( V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! m8 t/ Z. O2 B7 x0 j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" E1 O/ I4 u1 W: e7 z9 @4 EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& t" W( b" m! E' o/ E/ KBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 L& ^0 ?% O- P- E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 P2 b" Y4 n6 M8 p5 w" p) e6 DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, w: ~3 N, w; \/ G% U }7 U$ n* ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ i8 Q3 R7 d9 H. c* \' t- eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( q" \# G5 r! W( C: X* i1 I* K; ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 d* ~3 L+ Z% F& Z' l, Y
7 ?' W5 b* b' N: \/ i- kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- w& f$ S( q) |4 R- d. ^( \$ ?How you suffered for you sanity,
% I' U2 I d' ?4 P, V) MHow you tried to set them free, 6 e* n4 u M) F" Y! j' h9 P
They would not listen they're not listening still, / J! M" u" T! f+ K: ~9 m% u+ Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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