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% T q0 V g! W+ J: U: NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . i8 I3 G; [3 ~7 j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 t8 ?' L% I, _% ?! z, i! r# Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* h. i9 L6 y6 e, b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- `/ r8 L* G% kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* K9 S" M3 L3 u% DHow you suffered for you sanity, " [7 q( F$ W2 O4 B
How you tried to set them free, ( B, w1 L) V/ { z9 n* {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, m |/ D e' {3 fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
G2 I3 v z+ L" o4 D* U* D, kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 D6 Q6 }! R$ _+ @+ B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' U! B/ `9 T: ]8 h- r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / F' S5 _9 G$ d O: r5 h w: k. s
( r& z; d* W+ k, |: AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- U0 `5 J* X$ H4 ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- z' e' U8 v1 M$ r1 }( Z! oYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- m- }+ P+ I, i/ f9 h0 R5 J9 `But I could have told you, Vincent,
# Z) K; d; K* {0 K0 N! Z% U/ h. f! aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: ` Q: _( h& s: VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. m% x7 d C, h* eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) ]/ t h9 ]$ n: L4 uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 Z1 J9 V5 R! ~7 }% r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( h8 I2 Y, V* q# ~
2 Y7 @& \2 d3 A; E/ P% ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 v9 J0 o% I% l+ h+ e4 mHow you suffered for you sanity,7 o$ b8 v" S/ d6 R& z) j7 F
How you tried to set them free, + L9 H8 L, ]0 |- c! V& `: @- y
They would not listen they're not listening still, : S; }2 V$ I) D1 ]. r+ N
Perhaps they never will. |
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