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3 `9 H" H* V8 {# r1 GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + }* _* w9 P* x q0 }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
]! b1 C$ t6 F, X; O: BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- o: o8 ^$ j6 [+ Y, ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : i) l, J1 t6 ~' n2 l0 U; {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& o3 |% Q9 C7 s3 @ FHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 j0 h4 G0 {) q) r
How you tried to set them free, 3 c6 R/ M. `* i' x0 `1 c$ P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / v& m E& r! X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( w f% t& A5 L9 F* W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 W0 w# D) F- ~& M: |' p& T+ aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; V0 R8 a) P5 E# V8 V5 q" a9 g% D2 U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% ?- a- Q: t0 o! u% BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( ]+ z2 x# u2 A# A& e; ~& k6 gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % X! l: Q4 r! [! ]6 i
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" Y, a. [0 U: t' u0 fBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 S8 |) j$ ~7 n1 l% K7 R* cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! M+ F$ [3 ^7 q! GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 e+ |% i+ a, m5 T. W2 A% MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( ]! q8 r" P6 C" K/ _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: M% N" ?. z U+ O: _" j: gThe 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, . C$ J# Z, h) S1 O3 u! A
How you suffered for you sanity,$ c+ l+ v" k' c
How you tried to set them free,
6 v" q K9 t- n+ o q1 pThey would not listen they're not listening still, & y7 U, e8 H7 R) S! r$ M7 w/ L. v: G$ }
Perhaps they never will. |
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