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1 p( t1 m# Y9 e& u) VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & P7 |" C+ k* ~& v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ M9 F. d: Q- S! c" {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; @2 s1 D" y* Q1 m3 ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 ^/ s3 X7 K" n# \+ K1 Y6 ?5 J( CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ k" @( { A; B2 [ n
How you suffered for you sanity, ( N, G ]" e: W0 H7 {/ K/ j
How you tried to set them free,
! r. L2 m0 F+ z+ @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 y, i! N& E7 Q" W2 o1 c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
q7 t* M0 K) Q$ J+ E3 ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 y2 S" a. x" q) g$ z* s- P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ J; v# F9 a P, M2 I; s1 SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# L0 s/ \% P/ K5 GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - q; P7 t0 {# }" e+ M8 H1 D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . O8 V' G" v' y3 @6 @" J
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 f. I# j; P6 F
But I could have told you, Vincent, - v* u! K, K& O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: B4 c& s; |' n$ bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 y: |* M0 M+ e7 {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: n5 B5 \' g/ M6 SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. F& b1 w# a% l9 Y, Q3 ~* AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ w2 i6 f6 n! \0 b* }! [
) o1 L" o# t$ Y' ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ U6 u# N& J% O# e+ q8 {# oHow you suffered for you sanity,4 m4 ~! T+ g5 Y H9 @
How you tried to set them free,
* K$ V! e$ W4 t% D s* B6 kThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 i3 T& B3 \" ]3 g6 H
Perhaps they never will. |
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