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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! m# Y" Q4 t" ~) H% w8 ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + X1 j7 B2 w* c5 z, V4 j7 V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
x. B% {0 f+ I9 y8 `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 d) g, [5 C/ Q& ]% o7 ]: ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 ^& D* T% k3 Y2 }
How you suffered for you sanity, . l4 e! ]5 n0 K4 R8 ?
How you tried to set them free, 3 X8 u3 t" u) x( p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ {0 O, T! B6 I& v9 w0 e/ g, Y, e9 i9 |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - g* k( R4 G8 J/ X. [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 J5 O7 ], W: ~9 i8 D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 ]1 m7 w2 j b, E! Y/ hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 [3 ~$ J. \7 j) ^' F
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 U; B, |, m( S/ A, r( o% WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * G9 ~4 i! K1 D& @7 ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" \4 d+ A- h: \7 t; J: EBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ B$ ^; [9 p$ @ A8 tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 q9 y1 v& ^0 ~7 zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 d, o* o8 y0 d# e5 N4 `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 J* V. @7 U& F1 g( q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& T: k0 b7 A& T9 [9 zThe 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,
, u1 l( @- [0 O5 IHow you suffered for you sanity,
' P' E# j( @, C5 o$ THow you tried to set them free,
+ z7 C4 G" Q* C( l7 SThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ k! s, i* K# f" s `) A" ZPerhaps they never will. |
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