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/ o$ `( z( _& {6 @" n8 lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; m" G+ c! _1 S# Z6 n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + F- a/ x+ T. O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' ^0 m* \# z u6 W& h. [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 ^' A0 k* V: H4 N: r0 `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 [! e8 h1 y& I2 @! y# [
How you suffered for you sanity, ! N$ s6 R9 d" Z. b0 J
How you tried to set them free, " X- S; N [8 }& X. Q% j9 b+ v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' [& D! p+ U, X* b6 O# JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 e# w# A' E7 h/ \' u; d @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 y! J. U* n; ~% t* W, l8 i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - L: G- ?1 {2 c$ [0 s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' [6 i9 u3 p3 S1 E) R, z
: B. ?8 Q2 P8 J) j+ t% k8 @1 D9 o! L8 ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' M) n0 p3 R( c1 J. a2 g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 J) ~# d6 p" h- D% w: a& b7 ~0 k
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : Q2 v; W! V) M% r( |2 m
But I could have told you, Vincent, " g/ F: ~) }8 v, ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( v5 h- _/ t+ S! J+ H5 GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 ~6 J, J! e- Z+ C' P, sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , \3 d& v; J! g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! H$ f- {$ m$ A# I' e1 A, XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; p$ |' i( ?# |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& C! N/ g3 }* j" Y: B, JHow you suffered for you sanity,% @% u: j" R- k' F2 I* ^
How you tried to set them free, 5 A2 V+ e- Z; L8 ^' w9 j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 c2 p: j* Y! }( I) JPerhaps they never will. |
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