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9 T. {/ Z0 x3 f6 x& ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * J/ D* q; H9 j4 k0 v0 q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 D: N: R5 [: y: Z; q8 Q% @4 H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& ^* D5 Q( E- w% N9 ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 {" F& T5 E0 K; W) t* A, f$ Q, _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* Q: a2 d4 X0 N$ QHow you suffered for you sanity, - t$ g) j+ o3 ~& w6 w. y0 y
How you tried to set them free, / f( J. D" H) v2 B" X/ Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. L* H% W6 x7 ?2 k& O8 tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % C7 N7 `1 d2 j) C" B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % ?1 s( B! L( _7 `* n, U; j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" M: J2 ?* X9 a* LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) h& V0 \- @( TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 L, H1 D7 w/ D; h8 W( ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. {& x; G5 e2 {# n* BYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " @6 i3 z! N/ x( s( i" N
But I could have told you, Vincent, & _0 ~0 H8 w# y% h- R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / L* u5 ~3 p$ B% i+ H: N6 }
! }/ O8 q# v8 t, B8 W0 lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. u8 z$ A9 T5 P0 l1 e" TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 }# o* _& Q6 k4 E! `0 CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! }3 Q( j1 [( d
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, " \/ V. ] W7 o6 V
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 ?; O" e- `) x" aHow you tried to set them free,
7 t' M0 `3 D# q8 mThey would not listen they're not listening still, # T4 i6 N# e2 n6 y+ c
Perhaps they never will. |
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