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3 \( V. h5 U9 x9 {6 W2 _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' f \1 {" K: z7 ~; J; V OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - e: |* g9 D2 D% E7 ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ j& ?: d i+ s8 @/ ~! y. Z, ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ i% ^! |% B0 ?* |1 e4 q0 w8 l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" o0 a4 }5 l2 o4 w5 `0 mHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 z3 S# `$ P- h5 k
How you tried to set them free, ) v/ H) ~+ F) N! ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) z4 ~) ?0 |( a7 r" HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) B9 S- `5 O! \. d% ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 X" M8 S$ K S% L5 K+ \7 L- n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* M2 V! i% l2 AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % u1 ]0 L( C R/ ]& f4 z# _
4 ?, r. c5 M# V: u: J. N1 Z/ r$ TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: Q( W( ?6 Y; _9 ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: t7 O* o/ p9 ?" ?# u$ r3 `You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 z5 _0 c9 K* M. [/ _$ @* O4 p* S
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; Q* b9 m7 ^2 U" P6 HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 C I+ K* I! ^2 z% @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 F5 B+ Y& V8 m, L D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * l# M/ J! A c! i9 N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 @# Z. z# {' r/ k, GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; W1 A" y+ M. a' k+ T
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 n3 \) Y+ d ^5 UHow you suffered for you sanity,
* L- ?! o( X8 ^7 K, m9 jHow you tried to set them free, $ M# t. L! j2 W0 J
They would not listen they're not listening still, + i* j: \; c% m" S$ h7 v6 M7 i
Perhaps they never will. |
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