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; I/ |; o, N' J! tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / Y, S5 p8 |; o/ T R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; _7 [& p1 w6 Z I; K7 PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," w. L& L& R R- [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - P3 ?3 O6 V+ N2 u$ V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. ~6 e+ b3 h9 s$ f, Y2 ?How you suffered for you sanity, 6 P+ v+ w5 |; E
How you tried to set them free,
( @' k4 P3 h {4 P3 sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 ^/ d* c* f5 T( e1 MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " g, i6 m- o3 A# r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 e1 }1 j! p2 U5 B6 V0 Q' NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # q; Z& w4 Y! R3 q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 S' W) K6 i/ D% u) `5 rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( I: }6 S; C: {. P: y4 `9 |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 D* S) ?2 Y' B( ~8 i; F+ ^9 \
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# ~/ R8 X, n' x+ g( b7 I0 mBut I could have told you, Vincent, * u/ \9 j- a( I/ w( I8 T4 \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- M/ J) h( I# e; z) D0 ~+ z1 s7 r2 RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , U: x& C+ I" q5 r- Z9 b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 ^8 I6 T3 V) m1 f. Z8 Y' h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % ~3 A3 P8 Z8 a4 d
" N- ] B+ A! @6 c. dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 b' t9 W$ ~% Y2 Y9 E8 r* w
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ D9 T' b& x' \, q: U5 O; `How you tried to set them free, ; s6 K- g o$ _7 ?( `/ c
They would not listen they're not listening still, + t4 i! @/ Y7 H
Perhaps they never will. |
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