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. `) ?3 \( W& Z( l) V. H8 lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " i2 w5 C0 c; ?3 n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 m, M: n: k. e6 J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 T. I9 g% }: L3 x, p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 f4 a2 z5 O3 uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' e/ Z4 u% Y& ^ V8 `! p# I! p. N# LHow you suffered for you sanity, + p" Y8 j, J: y& [' z( x1 x
How you tried to set them free, $ a, Q) H4 [* \3 ]( g* S- [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 n! w( ], j6 y2 GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 g2 X; p, `3 L5 A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - |* ] p6 j" F: G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
L9 K* T( D3 N. H- X! F6 T% pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( p. u# V* q& \& F3 mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, M( l7 L3 `- }3 |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 U/ d, _& B) G3 ~, nYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + y8 F/ |6 O+ v
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 W) H4 c! i( L7 H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, D7 R4 U- |5 Q! u7 f7 f6 l7 V# bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ P& Q% J7 M5 I x6 _- QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) @" u! u' _+ N: |. a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * g& y, w/ n$ w- n3 F2 z1 ]& y# m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 c+ x( Q9 o; z+ O7 d7 D. e
7 i& U* U7 u1 r7 b. t& ^+ ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . C; {* v/ r' L! C% i8 ^1 L/ z
How you suffered for you sanity,* j+ P; {" u3 ]. D* @) ^/ i
How you tried to set them free,
2 r9 @7 J* d! ^1 i' t2 r: \0 eThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 x+ b' S5 Z/ h" {9 G. t
Perhaps they never will. |
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