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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : w/ ^* v3 k+ a: T; G: n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + x! ?1 P# [ g3 T @/ G {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* M' R9 ?# D% T* H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: v R2 ]2 ^7 H* U. ^3 LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ n+ Y. p' y) j4 f
How you suffered for you sanity, ; g" l/ v; t; b# ~
How you tried to set them free, - E8 G( V9 @# I7 p, T/ |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : I6 Y0 E, r/ C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) ~4 f- x% p0 S+ S( a4 |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( p0 k5 @% i0 o; \) _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 I0 s. \; ^* N5 g' t/ r0 ? sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 ]; D% _! l- @, J1 p% z: G; v
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 z3 \! F8 @% C9 z J, VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
H- _- c: u+ ~' w) U* zYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 T: U' w- _! f7 q0 g$ u& }
But I could have told you, Vincent, " U8 U) p) N/ k( `- s. E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 f' f" u- p, X
' p; @0 B, ^1 e1 c& YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( V/ u* U' r' r2 { ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 Z7 A+ b( r0 s+ J+ g9 V- r7 ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 ]- q9 e" b9 W) i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. n- {4 W9 D; H2 ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: [2 n$ ?, a9 nHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ n' P+ N/ [. G2 f. v$ n5 A( [How you tried to set them free,
: e5 x! Z j# K. A+ p& x+ ]1 XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* {2 U i6 t# _, L) D2 n5 pPerhaps they never will. |
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