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w0 i% g+ u a3 {9 z: `( {; ]7 pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " D) g, t9 r, `" \6 Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 ?3 {- H! v; x! M8 c6 g' }$ H* d) y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 @1 c# b( E3 t* t0 {5 j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / z C8 u5 h/ L) u8 v9 l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ {2 I( ^; a" ~- n; v5 zHow you suffered for you sanity,
* f# Z ]. b. O- ~How you tried to set them free,
1 M- h) g& O. t% g( S1 |6 o, PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # W, j. [, a* _" \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 t* Y) ]" o# HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : A1 C6 s# j1 R& `0 K3 b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) o7 D1 U% h$ z- f& H6 }" p1 BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 E; f& t, W/ X1 v# NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 r8 H' e3 e: t/ QYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! d! O3 p4 r! TBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 _% S4 d h: a. K! oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% k, Y. y2 c/ J: H& Q- n0 xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 L; |2 Y4 D I# h8 O4 KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ I3 L$ ]. V; u% F( |# \" s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 ?* c* N5 a% R. L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 e) L% u' P* \
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 {4 G( Z3 H; A( s0 v
How you suffered for you sanity,8 E$ `8 T; I6 E+ K3 x* k( R# ~
How you tried to set them free,
( n8 q0 B: C8 Y% t+ z' R' dThey would not listen they're not listening still, + Q, X2 h$ ~2 Q7 F% J
Perhaps they never will. |
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