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7 ]5 r7 t; k+ a$ E" m; YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 q7 ~- W. X9 Q; L/ C" ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ V# M7 }4 D' Y1 eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," a; {" A, r- ~! o1 Z; j# D* k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 g* W, E6 j! W5 e+ S, q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( F: E ~- q+ b/ HHow you suffered for you sanity,
* B3 I6 Z' L B0 l* V PHow you tried to set them free, 8 |: E& E8 N3 C: C u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 U, e s: w% V8 J+ `2 r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% w5 l, P8 B! u" o' Q- G1 lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) w- W) Q8 e9 w2 ]+ l; \9 X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& c* d' {8 X; \- dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 |& J4 J4 z& L7 y5 ? |' j( X
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , p0 R) ]1 X% X/ R6 S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
j; p& G- x+ X7 @9 `You took your life as lovers ofter do, " T, e6 Z4 t* d& d3 Z" J8 {
But I could have told you, Vincent, : @# ]) ]6 G+ U# x! X8 L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; W4 d- d1 I$ r* PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - d" U* h* x& i. C& ?. f( ?' k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( g& Q, _: X& X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 {1 ^0 G4 M+ L- k8 K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 x4 m, B2 j7 N b3 \: k
/ A# x* w' f! e2 h6 q9 _' y+ c- F- {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( c; L% t0 b# p" Y; C( @8 i
How you suffered for you sanity,% `) G& d! j8 U6 h* K
How you tried to set them free, 9 g+ N% u6 H/ Q! ` p) ?- n
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 r: m1 C1 K& a0 i! HPerhaps they never will. |
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