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. t: \) j0 E2 oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 V( ^* _' n: a' i1 U: _- S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & K# x3 t; ^$ @$ z; t4 w: J7 s: B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 \( d1 b' M1 d( i0 `8 LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " S: U( G: {/ F+ \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* U0 _7 h# Z7 u
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 o! Y/ C" L1 H
How you tried to set them free, % L) f6 c9 _: d/ Y0 n9 U$ N$ [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 J- W6 r' K& F; Q8 m+ W) M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 N+ T8 u, I4 ?, ~% p h$ l# Q% p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & n4 {# ]. y- ?+ M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* q @ J6 l4 @, W( w1 t; @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,
3 D' _; z5 U. r2 ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . w& W4 j6 S- R4 \& m2 {
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 u, f4 s4 }8 y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% _$ P$ Q0 ]. s: t. ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % V9 Q! H4 E* T7 @1 A" F# h2 z* }% u
+ y5 t, X, X$ o( J( BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # H* A; D9 S! ?9 M; s! L8 S/ D9 @+ S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : o/ Q9 Z4 o; y/ W [0 N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / m5 x: X( j0 t \: y' x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 F0 n9 _; O5 U5 r& _How you suffered for you sanity,! R1 E, Z2 V& s2 ]- z
How you tried to set them free,
# Y* q* n- G: ~' c3 f- RThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' y. K& X% ]% Z6 v' b# Z3 ^Perhaps they never will. |
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