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% F$ y; @- c5 F! z! tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, |& J. `8 Z# p( Q8 z# n5 @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " _$ g8 s, s: ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 {2 R' B G& HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " ~0 _: m; A+ P+ z. s' B6 S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 a0 M5 {+ x% X: d7 lHow you suffered for you sanity,
; v: ^; U: F: R, ]2 v2 uHow you tried to set them free, / p. ~& ]! F6 m1 G9 u% I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& q: O* `* D3 t9 ~! G* w& dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( r# h! [" N1 I4 z! q) M" q5 v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % n8 E8 w7 U% n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 J# z5 `4 N3 J4 \, Q* u
Weathered 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, 8 @" y* R' U+ }/ M' [5 K, T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ t- D* R5 @) [2 z/ [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # V3 H7 r8 W$ \; ~, q+ t$ Z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: y4 I( G, h. m8 QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* ]. E. I6 V6 ~4 n8 u! HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 R, k7 K- i$ C) U( w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 m+ K" x. _7 F4 aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' ^9 }# {; O4 j/ s; z9 jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # s" X8 M( u+ T2 u! H7 Z
3 T1 ]# N! }; W! {$ FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ G/ v% e- x' D" d( sHow you suffered for you sanity,1 N' A8 n+ t6 d& G- D% K& d7 R7 ~
How you tried to set them free, 6 Q0 ^+ K( P' s+ u0 `
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ Y0 J4 a, q* o8 i5 a3 E
Perhaps they never will. |
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