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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , z7 ?5 Q% T! Z. `0 A" {( l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 @( C( q8 W2 ?% o8 C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 K+ @ ], ^. VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# O1 r+ R% V6 c$ HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) b! e6 \" n! {* ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 c2 j! S+ s# NHow you tried to set them free, / G& _0 o7 y% y% h+ b" E) Z; }9 l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # o' i, A# j4 ]" A, D' y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 r! K+ p" V- dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 G! X8 u2 @& Y! HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 Y2 @% j- X3 |" z; T! G0 [8 i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 a2 K" x$ s5 g$ d2 c
2 k# e" B; l+ J9 T4 z6 G6 CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % J( @9 k1 [8 g( ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& [2 C/ t( T- N$ N& q8 V8 Q5 q3 jYou took your life as lovers ofter do, M& i1 C+ R3 F8 u6 @3 z. B
But I could have told you, Vincent, + K8 ` ?; p. l8 R; g/ Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , x4 j9 M. R" }! `/ ?/ z" P4 d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. }) r+ r. X6 x; i. o2 q& ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( l! l ^ t5 P! ~- y% ^+ i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 Q7 x' g i$ J1 w
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 F7 a; o7 |2 [4 r! h6 w! z0 ]How you suffered for you sanity,
) ^+ Y$ y; k2 S! ?1 uHow you tried to set them free, 6 S0 l' K7 ]9 a! w1 s6 J8 ~9 y
They would not listen they're not listening still, % W* U; P) A7 N! Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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