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/ A, k0 F' ?5 i; ] D2 \" W6 c$ \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " a, t. U. U2 P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . r1 k- C5 B4 o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 ?1 s- v% q2 W! U) A. U {: v& eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : j3 L) z( i) Y! T+ I3 Q% g/ U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ J% \% O1 [: j. E
How you suffered for you sanity,
- H8 A% t& Z4 L2 [5 o. C* xHow you tried to set them free, - O r% b) }. p( `% m' t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & ~3 x5 @7 O% Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * i6 Z1 }3 Q: |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 V* Y, K% S' _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ q6 U; I6 Y- ]+ ^& E; `, pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 h) A( x% D* ]( F. N! V4 j: k9 [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 J& T$ }! K, r: T5 ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( o; ~" V5 V) D
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 q; Z7 m" ^4 o: I* sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ S3 a% t3 O6 O2 N9 RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; i) J' b K7 Z$ T3 b" ~% F! L
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 I0 ^( l i8 p% O' X, ]" p) `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( ?% i- {; s4 |/ ~2 _3 _# {3 o& SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# S; u+ G- F' l: sThe 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,
, G1 p6 l& k" X: P" ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
, o* o L$ E) d: D1 NHow you tried to set them free, H7 H/ m& H& b8 S- A) b5 I& M
They would not listen they're not listening still, : t% {% H8 M% r `+ T5 P$ S
Perhaps they never will. |
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