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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + R% ?- @+ J9 M: B' ~, N+ H+ P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # [ T. n `5 a5 C3 _( H0 s) Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ {7 ~6 C4 d g& [% m5 h9 a5 q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ f& B, v ]* _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," `0 h- M' i: ~+ c3 l6 h5 C$ s
How you suffered for you sanity,
% s+ s3 s6 a: uHow you tried to set them free,
9 D8 N% c" L7 B. f* HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : e" G8 d4 z4 C' u8 {7 }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 n: V- E% P' H. D, j5 C& ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; p$ A1 v; ^+ A( NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ b2 i$ V' D: D* k" G$ w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 K+ M- C% p9 m& m2 fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% Q/ T3 K5 ]/ W' Z# @, VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 f# b$ f+ X) b1 ~You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 }$ q+ {& L% _& K& ^
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) U3 ^; d" g6 _- [8 g* vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 m2 n+ ^9 W7 f2 B$ \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 S7 v. G) U2 R: g. N. cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 h2 ?0 N, C9 B8 C/ X% B$ F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 P9 Z/ C+ {4 ^& f0 o y' B4 \
How you suffered for you sanity,8 P$ A9 k( \' k9 e6 j( K! Q$ I* C" X
How you tried to set them free,
; N# v$ L, C2 `6 b& O9 _- }They would not listen they're not listening still, e* A( V. U! X. T8 x
Perhaps they never will. |
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