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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & H/ G3 g9 o. Y+ @! K2 R" ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " y' N5 {) w8 a- S: J0 o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# L% E0 x1 g; j4 ^% ]. h) m- D. i0 qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - }, h# w3 F1 {0 ^* E9 t9 i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, r# u! {7 @' T
How you suffered for you sanity, - Y7 e$ _ e2 {, N7 h" T/ c# t
How you tried to set them free,
% c6 ~! ~3 n1 f3 J7 V2 ^( q: oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % |( ?, P% K' ]' _! d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, T( t: ` c; S- Y; V! i/ I$ USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 v G: x: c$ E8 dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 g' N5 Y: k6 t, I8 P, O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . g( Y2 a5 \9 b$ c0 [# G$ p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 I5 `- n$ _ D! s4 `1 EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( Z5 e3 t q: a1 |6 {( fBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; z, ?. Y6 F2 K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: i$ u( A9 J2 r( G8 ~' G! W6 AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ ]8 L: P& f H" ]+ R% H( @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ Q$ K; K; D* Y/ o8 g8 m& }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 K& q5 P) k0 m+ p9 F3 @5 B
2 @; d: t- q* V3 ]+ [, ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 ~5 G' S4 E6 s* V; I0 b dHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 B: `9 t, g( x3 EHow you tried to set them free, 4 N9 v6 G4 k ]7 e' k
They would not listen they're not listening still, " T+ X [+ m* R
Perhaps they never will. |
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