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$ ]7 H, C& D4 U4 EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 X8 n; l5 E* c! e4 u, I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! x7 l9 P' {9 q6 y2 }$ ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* v/ B T6 e, n, x. |6 @- l+ D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 k1 F: m W* I, ?7 ?3 B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 {4 ]# e' @ |/ B: r U; k3 [
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 @4 W4 Q0 \6 T
How you tried to set them free, 8 S8 S! \# R9 ?: r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 ^5 c( ~( \" d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / ~ J( N$ D2 a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , `6 H) P, J9 \$ Q8 M0 r/ ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - a( U6 H; B4 T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' s1 U* }! S8 D4 q, ^, L: L- tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 \0 L& i0 h$ \, S YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 I; r5 b+ S8 G1 \
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ d% p7 s" M! g; C
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 W6 e- B( m* H/ N( D4 r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # k( d6 r; v0 R& q7 B
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 H: A. ~! p7 K7 Z& b! w5 o& w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* l# L8 |% R5 z, n" KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 o4 c* b' r2 RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& }1 N( B" I. Z: `5 ?1 C9 \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 D3 e9 H+ v9 w% j" Q) f
How you suffered for you sanity,' d# }/ Y) F' r& y4 w4 H$ q
How you tried to set them free, : a$ W5 @7 k6 t9 q/ I
They would not listen they're not listening still, & {3 t& l a' E) X
Perhaps they never will. |
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