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& ~& p2 s3 a6 OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 n! m( c9 V5 t$ @$ Y, P5 ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; ^$ v* l" k2 C& X$ G2 c9 _4 a8 W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. o4 I3 E# b- MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 K/ O, d3 ^- L+ o" Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; O, k1 l, m7 p1 R/ \# HHow you suffered for you sanity,
; W2 H& M& _: R- {# D3 j% G5 h, `, dHow you tried to set them free, $ F, ?) l( C/ |- c3 C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
w* m( D. a; g1 EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 g) w5 N/ M/ s0 ]0 A1 \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* z: }8 F w; G+ cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & d$ z/ |/ }. d3 \: z3 o& @; q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ l' ~$ T$ [9 _' w$ h4 T WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; k! e/ S: n' @% E z2 @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' c/ o- y+ ^: O) ?- E+ UYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% V) Y2 D! B; I: [But I could have told you, Vincent, ) S% W+ i9 T' a; g' Z6 |9 Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 e7 P9 j6 z+ A$ Z! q* a" TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& s" v1 i3 C4 _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 a' a# _& e5 r4 t& }, R, @0 eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. G+ J: @( \+ G; Z) a4 w/ OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # G5 H+ w; D- [: D2 M
! ]& P, g3 c( ]9 o' g8 u5 A- Q" sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! Q4 b' z* {$ A5 V
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 U5 I2 g% N4 t/ vHow you tried to set them free,
' w4 ]5 S! a9 k. A5 d6 X u GThey would not listen they're not listening still, + l. _' y2 V9 R
Perhaps they never will. |
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