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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % g2 ^: K5 j: D8 ]3 \$ ~1 } g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 \0 R! j3 z# m5 mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ I7 |- o; a2 H% j7 C5 Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 {5 @0 I! l5 c, s# d: JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 L- q9 C- P" ]0 Z* [, Q, _5 _
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 d/ C/ Y b I; J( i" AHow you tried to set them free,
- S6 \; ?' ?1 Q0 rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 h/ G5 m) j3 x9 `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & N, Z: G5 Z4 T1 @1 A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# c2 N! q, F D! X0 q) [2 DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 ]' `7 }3 v( l( t: v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' L; y5 k4 l% B g) ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 P* f& C" B3 ?3 ]: k+ z: ?5 F3 ^2 q0 J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& Z* y* @2 }( m- x, R$ _& x: p- NYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% E4 i( s8 m- a3 O/ P sBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) v/ M6 W0 }) L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 \3 m' {6 C4 y. F" d2 y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " C5 u8 Z8 [0 ]. D. ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 m5 [! }) [! o1 N9 V7 Z! j! R+ V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % Q3 r; ~+ g. o/ g
% Q3 `8 \- u4 B/ eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 L) M) B; h C" a) pHow you suffered for you sanity,
* T4 c$ E% W* m# U$ k5 ~2 vHow you tried to set them free, 8 Q! D1 f2 Y* W G6 Y) B9 O8 ?& ^
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) \6 Q, T: T* v$ T% Z1 I3 O, a
Perhaps they never will. |
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