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- A+ ~. e/ Y7 B+ J7 T( a! xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; m; W4 o t4 ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # o0 s9 `3 b+ V! N1 i$ D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ S8 R# a! \) F/ @4 G5 M$ d% DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' x7 M" c1 N" Z: ANow I understand what you tried to say to me, F3 {9 z. r5 J; u5 j
How you suffered for you sanity, ) N1 u) H! F: n1 ]
How you tried to set them free,
, K* k; E3 |$ @ L+ C0 NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , ?" n S$ H) s) j) i( [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ o! N8 i/ i# a: }4 l- a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 v9 B) F5 \) i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " M3 ]0 l8 ~# }0 j! y8 Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 y. C7 \) _: W) x% f# fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " r; T1 K# N$ x' Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' P8 S, t0 s5 g+ x! j
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! j( `: a0 n! E+ s1 G$ R8 Z) ?+ \2 X
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& |& @! P5 V/ E. l+ n+ B, Z% T5 ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 [1 L, A! @+ [; m& n
' j* _- S- f2 W/ E+ r* ]* X; o1 aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 K7 u( {- m, n# B1 P: z" KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' Z0 P; N( H. R3 W- P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' \! O( v( y- o( ~6 EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 m: T7 g) b X! I7 ?
7 M; D) s& z! w* ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 j7 q+ P- |& x) lHow you suffered for you sanity,
& I1 w: I$ a/ R: V: z6 ^* m- L5 x$ SHow you tried to set them free, # N5 K O% \& S; I W& C& v
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 C- M6 a6 d3 qPerhaps they never will. |
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