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V0 l! W3 Y) _" \& X% xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 g6 F: ^1 W% H6 O: O. n2 G6 x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 N1 \, ]; _: u- K* R) U: S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 D( j+ L* \: F% K) I' R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" W# M+ }% y! c& mNow I understand what you tried to say to me, @, M7 m, e7 H, T( E2 g. P2 W; l4 }
How you suffered for you sanity,
. a/ F* m7 Z, ZHow you tried to set them free, ( O R- g0 a* p8 L2 \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 S2 m( c$ H2 r, a& f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' J3 b2 [5 g: L7 \. x/ a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! o2 D) N9 q6 j# O3 Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + Y8 R+ y$ E, Q' @) M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " N8 I: [. d) ^! W
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ R& y: g' D& o* f3 O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % \' |% X" r) Q0 X7 y( q9 `
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " e7 g! i/ p P8 ?, v3 L9 W1 {
But I could have told you, Vincent, " U- _7 z4 w! ~6 d+ b2 f, j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! r9 ?$ S1 s) a% [- K3 s' L1 H4 Q9 g
{. k% g& m8 R v5 d/ A; @% [. x ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 @6 s# C4 {6 J! \9 I1 Z0 q. o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , H% t3 R R- z" f) A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& l' g2 C! \" e: LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- ?& p4 X( A3 D& B& y2 h" }. ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ E, g7 d3 N2 J
How you suffered for you sanity,
* O/ g. a+ F" B/ i, m; ?% [How you tried to set them free,
2 A4 K9 l& d& A) d3 S( iThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' @6 _8 o7 ]2 J! M, UPerhaps they never will. |
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