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9 @1 E$ j/ a- o$ s) Y' jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* o& @6 {' S' h; oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) X4 p/ Y5 M$ Y) H$ S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& b* i8 l: W7 G/ k. i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * R; F0 G! B6 `4 `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 A$ e! q6 h: M
How you suffered for you sanity,
% h" [" C0 I/ h" i- b* j( Y9 YHow you tried to set them free, 4 p* z' u5 E. i4 f# E/ }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . n, B( x4 u" n: K1 R7 p0 n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 D5 F5 ` G) C9 ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 K# r6 [# u& D% U: H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) t* h" S$ P L bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' v5 z% t3 b. `9 G
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 E3 f: ?& d; W& {0 D# n- uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' C3 s" h. m6 e' DYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ t% K' \9 T/ i+ e' Q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 ~& I r! m4 k$ S; j, L: |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- J0 v2 P d7 F9 B9 |! a4 T% |* jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 m8 l7 N$ Q2 G) j: u" j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ x/ \3 C0 |$ xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 O4 `" B$ W: t3 q$ U4 i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# l- y6 B4 [' `, h) Y0 v( T! tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " t% w+ I5 p6 S" B2 M- U. ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
" ^. E3 T) w9 b, MHow you tried to set them free, 6 W6 V( z4 q) {' x1 S
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 m$ u* x5 R0 ?1 n" l! j. sPerhaps they never will. |
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