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& r+ z/ w, e; y {& U" D2 L+ eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, f$ p' f- i$ z/ M" E" _) Z: [7 N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; J; r. c0 \, x7 t) d9 J5 H, f$ s) a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( s+ t3 r$ w Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & r5 E5 W2 m! {( ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 `" w( {8 r. C& f" UHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 K7 c% J5 _( z8 \How you tried to set them free, 9 L& u5 ~! K8 b4 |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( m0 H+ H1 H# J5 X) n2 b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ m' Q* H: M0 I, F8 E8 w9 l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # [- \, b$ ?& K7 _, i3 H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- B; l% s/ {% {) O7 NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 u9 l6 q$ B! q7 YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ c' E. |1 q2 [& Z2 D2 x* b. y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' n2 g; i9 f7 x; dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! O: q- q; b7 Z; q5 Q" qBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" a K8 {! h7 iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' w' ?& y" k+ ?5 C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 k3 A- W% A9 r) mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ b& B+ w& v( y! JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) W* x* a( C1 s, VHow you suffered for you sanity,6 N: t3 z" X) g; a8 h" e4 c* ] {
How you tried to set them free,
+ ~9 F# s" g2 b2 K4 ~& d) t2 FThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ ]& M) ?6 s: QPerhaps they never will. |
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