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* |6 C% V9 @6 e0 g q( MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 w$ [4 Q& E8 v p5 d6 B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & X+ G+ F; X; K1 Q- p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; r- `0 \" b3 z/ ?: C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , L. n; ^% T! z1 `8 w, e- F3 D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: o- J% @$ b# p) q; R+ S& m: c
How you suffered for you sanity, ) J, a2 g e& ?) c) z1 q
How you tried to set them free, . h2 y% R2 }9 G# R0 {! A' {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( L( r% Z# b7 o, PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! s, Y% H( Q- ^5 s7 m, y) ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# ~0 b) V! u, H0 C- QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; h1 m9 I9 l8 Q( P* @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 u/ p4 P" g. bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( l' }4 a2 r6 v ?+ o) v9 WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' h+ @5 Z% K9 @6 X$ B0 C+ G' E W
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 @) v+ ?4 ?2 M$ G: E. o
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 |( I- R' \, [) DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' t/ f1 y* G/ I7 \% E! O
+ N7 t5 c+ q% X. q" fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 }3 z6 O* U* j) z$ H1 D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 ]" ~; w: w7 H! F- l! m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! A) S1 _/ l9 T* q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # M6 `6 G2 ^$ y `1 ?
3 {2 z6 L( b! l5 m' PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 g. d- J9 j$ O2 H# c
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ I" F5 k) t( sHow you tried to set them free,
5 M$ g+ P8 K0 U e5 zThey would not listen they're not listening still, b& l/ V# i5 e9 U4 i I/ I, \
Perhaps they never will. |
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