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# e) }8 r- B6 W* i/ J8 }8 LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( O) l. _9 t* |0 X& k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : M/ h6 b E: Y$ H) I- s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, L6 E* G8 R- m" O% m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 O4 v8 ^6 S( s4 d! W2 i. NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 i" |' r2 Q( E! P) Q2 S
How you suffered for you sanity, " P, {4 D" B1 j; y7 ^
How you tried to set them free,
) R5 C% h. W. W$ q" d- e7 A. ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - ?8 W% G9 X$ g _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 a7 n1 I4 v" g7 i* H6 ?( W% X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 B: V) g1 p& C1 K0 D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; q' c8 u2 ^' y. B" jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# F6 p% {5 d6 U, Q) J# @For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 q8 @0 j+ s# n5 {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 x) H( ^" s2 }7 aYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' [' j( ?3 u( W+ lBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 q- f* x' R3 CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# K& g) c% K# r% X8 e9 a9 g$ IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 d! F& I* ^5 V t3 z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& V! P, c6 _$ z: T: S5 WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 D" s6 f5 d( a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # {# o, t/ b/ `4 A* {% k# V
1 S, z3 a& Y3 [6 t3 e6 l: w# \/ dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 S+ I' ], [/ I
How you suffered for you sanity,& m3 s' J3 A& Z9 E; F. V% A
How you tried to set them free, & e" Z* }, l6 Q. m
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! ]3 m- }" ~! Q' f9 D
Perhaps they never will. |
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