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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 P. b+ s/ S9 S6 j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( ~8 v# ^9 ~/ _, K4 z- S8 {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. {( k4 Y* r3 x; r0 k( U/ z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. I) L4 G U5 L3 q# n* s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 [! F' T5 L' v! {; t
How you suffered for you sanity, ' n0 b6 G- J7 {1 U9 P p' n
How you tried to set them free,
4 E" _, o3 U4 T; C ~, @4 o" QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , S9 z0 ?. Q+ _- k' B$ @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - f# o8 J, k: b% {# p9 ]* h9 z5 j7 S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 M! O* ?, X8 |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 C, ?4 t/ P- N& y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + u/ s! {" ]) [- D# S
" x+ D4 ?8 B$ cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ f( P: q4 N1 p' U# k5 g! C$ ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ C" b0 n* X6 q) ~1 @+ Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ R+ _% k/ ?* w9 }9 [: W7 qBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 K, d: j) y! a' d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 k( e* [; J, V5 ]9 dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 c" @7 y; J; @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( x' B, D/ h/ x8 b) ]1 m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: Y( v/ e! U, kThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- S/ X$ `; Z/ ]' {$ U( BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 u# n$ U- b# U$ v& [7 A
How you suffered for you sanity,7 r# k4 ~/ m( {/ \
How you tried to set them free,
, _6 V+ y. L) P5 E0 {# b% YThey would not listen they're not listening still, / Y0 E ]8 i9 @) B0 ]; f R
Perhaps they never will. |
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