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! p l6 D9 H5 b7 r* [; JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & |" ^. t4 q6 d- a. V4 E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% O9 [4 g4 M# k6 NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ M+ i) y& V* e! N1 [ Z+ bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ @% F9 @1 O+ B5 k" P1 a r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& V# R2 W! V+ d, s/ @ ~* ~9 wHow you suffered for you sanity,
' k8 [! |* l0 ?How you tried to set them free, 6 _' L# z# C6 X* N1 E' [$ {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 g/ t; o8 g0 F* vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , k Z7 K. |& y- o, ~: L/ U. x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 z9 N8 Y7 j, g3 P6 R: O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . U4 G k. l/ }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# ~, ^- B5 m1 }8 v4 ] O& MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 L" b: t* Y, j) s6 b' BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 m5 f' Z5 u( k& p; W! q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 G. J9 p4 i- }/ w1 Z/ P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 k8 B0 p: F! c s. dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) i0 H/ O" D; G- j: f
% v) _ Q( D+ V7 e, E% AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 e; ?4 f; w% [# {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" J. y0 v# @2 `5 a- e' \' M9 j2 hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 i3 e7 j* M' ^9 o4 xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) y2 d" c) }" I9 ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , c/ j0 x3 H0 r) d' H% o
How you suffered for you sanity,/ X K+ I3 O P6 R4 @# \
How you tried to set them free,
) F9 j5 i4 W3 KThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) W& y& B" U# K0 g# j( O7 z
Perhaps they never will. |
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