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8 o: z: a0 G+ ]& R9 ?9 ?8 EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& i6 q) w, o* JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " e& B, ?5 M/ H! J. X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, H5 j; }# [% s" }" o& W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . `6 g& B. q' @( G0 h5 X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. P: K) D \7 mHow you suffered for you sanity, % I( G9 Q! |1 M: M& ]( k( g* y8 Y
How you tried to set them free, 9 ]- j! s: m* ~0 P q* b/ n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / f+ K8 s3 c# W! l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! b4 m) ~5 F1 c' f8 s1 GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( B" p: e0 d+ }$ ?" x5 Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " R; o3 w n: @6 T8 U, K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ `$ @; n2 c& xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 Z5 a6 Z$ _6 A( M# H; mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: N) z- U. h# A" }% J$ e! [% yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . {7 R% y0 H I) k2 }
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- P }9 Y4 _0 q: q5 ~ ?( _' rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- L: S$ R/ c5 R! r4 |$ I \. v: i. xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 o( i& o* V0 R$ T7 p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* @3 p: I- I( U8 Q1 r0 ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( s) j: i# A1 F( ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. d3 ]9 y9 @4 |. t1 X8 M
3 W: D8 _7 `% U& Q$ [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# L6 Q; G/ Y% P8 YHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 T4 t, L& h$ ?How you tried to set them free,
& ?. a0 ?, K" G5 ^9 HThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 t, \* n" S0 D3 o
Perhaps they never will. |
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