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, P6 C8 e. u& S% zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; l6 q8 j# y) V+ Q/ Z3 rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 p; a! `3 h1 _: s% E* S5 w# J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% b6 X \; N8 P: n% s2 r S2 x' O0 K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 ?7 _, T3 y& cNow I understand what you tried to say to me, M% e4 }5 z; m4 T3 Y( y) J
How you suffered for you sanity, : r8 J9 P) @( a; P
How you tried to set them free, 1 N' w& z, h6 f0 [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & V3 ~8 Q2 Y) N6 w4 _4 P! t3 ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - g+ J7 V! ?, ?+ k) Z% A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - f. X% Y% m) n$ D+ L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% N# x% V; U# k" z5 i1 Z; TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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t n" ]3 K' n& i5 K8 uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! ` d/ Y* t7 m( qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + `: W. u4 D, t" V( t* `; x# ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 q$ d: t5 G% B. o# A; k
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 }$ k1 Q& W8 r6 r1 I) _0 zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 W% |" N w" X9 m6 N$ N2 x5 _6 n; [1 {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 e7 v7 b( H, f0 e: }* ~( }! z$ J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% O: w1 m v1 a+ a/ O2 {0 pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- f/ |( h+ f8 _1 RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 C, X! e* i) s& R
/ g- J) k3 U9 b. j/ u' ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' I; r- r7 T+ \9 ?+ wHow you suffered for you sanity,( D% m9 A0 x$ X+ N9 b
How you tried to set them free, U$ C/ v* @9 r# P* h( a
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, D: Z3 R- z' G- f& G( Q9 sPerhaps they never will. |
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