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$ d b3 s4 b4 r, ~, u" R+ HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 F) ]9 w6 f/ G9 D' _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 s, s( P1 Q' D, c4 O5 cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& ]3 t. k3 ~3 A) a$ R2 G: wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 J' N1 }6 r" f$ j# d& J3 o! Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' H3 Y9 i: L: x8 UHow you suffered for you sanity, ) @6 D4 Y5 w% P7 z: D# T
How you tried to set them free,
2 Y, m6 V9 g) {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 n7 r0 g- Q2 T: t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # ]2 n2 s3 ]; V8 T# _2 z1 U; F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 o/ M' p0 _2 n7 n) S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 s9 u8 a3 r; d2 o" L( lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; @1 ?3 K* z9 |2 FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . B1 l- N2 e m8 L0 ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# x: b2 N& f4 B8 X* ~) PYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 `/ g* A, b# `( ~- ~; y" G5 A/ l
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! c: a' r0 _8 \- h' }# z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 D& \( t# z' B: [. ~9 v& |
Q& N% N8 }- g6 |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " J Z0 u9 l! E0 a# F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , t9 `. Z3 m1 O7 E6 a4 k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & t/ {' m9 S6 ~: s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 a% c$ [. \7 ^
$ Q7 Q% V6 R5 K# |/ }+ m4 [: i& sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % Z5 H! q3 A5 L( ^# ?: |/ _
How you suffered for you sanity,
& Z/ U. ?# z+ VHow you tried to set them free, " N* X5 \9 E* `3 l6 S3 @
They would not listen they're not listening still, : t& N9 u& y6 n; c. h# L: u, C( v
Perhaps they never will. |
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