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+ {/ x- G3 t# s+ HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 l7 f+ {2 [; y/ U( H) fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, p e5 b* a' p! S' b) m5 M( E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- b' l5 `2 d* X. C" e$ U" n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 A M9 D2 v" I3 c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: E+ _# r9 r( UHow you suffered for you sanity,
' m- s) K! e% XHow you tried to set them free,
$ r: w" [+ Q( ^- W3 N G! xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 W4 o% s, H" j' x2 m# NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ ]7 b: [6 z9 |' |; ?: M1 |7 HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & ^4 J. l1 W' a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # F3 e# W* S: A0 w' a% D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 U' E6 J4 ^; f0 f" H5 |For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 c# i$ l% ^" U# R. W: V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' }0 J, j6 x, i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # y, }% ]" }- Z: W
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. Q* I: m7 y1 { W) ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' x2 S2 u" [0 H3 Q" pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- l; V6 ?! a3 L+ G7 C+ vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 ]: ^' z/ @% P( Y+ r" | t! [3 n; uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 C; P' K" X* }+ f0 M9 B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' z* p8 C. f/ aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 W/ J W/ w) |/ B; v/ T7 e) `$ EHow you suffered for you sanity,
* C. L- g$ r0 a. ~How you tried to set them free,
' V7 X1 ^( Q( ~6 zThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 }. ?4 v* r/ ^9 v5 S% {' N
Perhaps they never will. |
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