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x% E1 V6 y! D; hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 ^: \* E1 h7 V6 h: ]4 W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & Q: }# D4 T c! [# X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 b2 d5 Y, p! J8 ?0 GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 O- r {' v9 w# j3 ^4 k- w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' J! {/ T3 m2 S \5 q& bHow you suffered for you sanity, : s n) U$ `' t+ q/ M( g
How you tried to set them free,
/ t" o4 B! N" B3 x1 FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' ~7 C' D. [0 `8 N# }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; F) `2 E4 ^9 v9 M1 M8 GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! P/ l/ Y9 o+ Y! } M# I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! { y/ Z/ l9 `6 q5 D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. P' h. U- F/ p; |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# X6 L7 E! s5 N P4 F$ LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " w7 U( h. I5 E5 u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 c* a: E1 n1 V) Y, o8 H4 q1 |But I could have told you, Vincent,
# L4 l& [; @2 a/ N; tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( `4 }6 N: o9 j# \: [( ?/ I9 n2 @4 e
' M, b4 Y' R$ ?$ n+ W! QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 m8 q1 J+ I i. m; O; C! PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 Z! K0 Z- f2 N0 }% j' aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , {% A2 F' {6 u9 u' f5 v% e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' L: l9 i. y5 e4 e# z I% @7 gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 s; R! E6 t( K$ }2 F2 U7 v1 t e
How you suffered for you sanity,1 i J/ r0 M7 h* y X
How you tried to set them free, , S' y1 A5 y( e$ J( d
They would not listen they're not listening still, / G) F" e3 z4 Y w$ r0 I, T8 v. x& j
Perhaps they never will. |
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