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- j$ R8 ]% b: L2 {( FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! L9 o0 M7 ?( Y, v) b6 iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 c# D; O8 _6 b. H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 F. E1 n0 q, M0 F QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 I2 {3 U8 I, E" b2 v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: O/ h! o8 X8 {How you suffered for you sanity, ' l' }) v6 \- ~: V
How you tried to set them free,
0 Z B/ i* c/ m( D' ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# @5 p* @4 f# h. OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & ^5 j3 |2 f* x# K7 t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . F) i. V" R0 V' @8 r9 O F7 r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . M8 [6 Q* ?' F M; g4 B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 }9 ]+ P) B! I4 h8 o( T. ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , T2 E( q1 z- L% x" D! I* u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! e. U' s6 g! _# P8 w( o+ HYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; a" k6 P( \9 g/ ?& [But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 ?' Q2 X1 Y$ M) M9 S/ J, L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 J8 u5 w4 D" M$ i2 p
3 {4 K. ?$ S0 s8 [9 nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% J' t0 G$ M% `- r1 w2 P# m- ^$ @- dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % X, r) L1 d5 i* `; Z2 j; D# z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / f3 E* Y3 I; ^' s9 q! v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& R$ ?: `3 }+ RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ R, }; R: H4 L+ Q$ o* GHow you suffered for you sanity,
# B/ W/ n$ Z- C3 S+ {2 pHow you tried to set them free, ; w! r0 n! s6 x9 d- b* q3 i9 s
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! Z4 ^3 \6 p4 j
Perhaps they never will. |
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