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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 F! z6 f, `7 h1 j7 v1 r2 B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( {% K3 Y* @: j' Z1 K2 yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 e' F, t, E* Z1 d" I+ s8 ?- h; fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 C" }$ @* r, w/ q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) D* A$ z. S2 h) W- J X r& ?/ w
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ r( l, Y0 z9 }8 W, _How you tried to set them free, 1 K4 X/ d: @" c ~! V& S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + L+ f( I6 {% J: L) x% f" p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 S% m. j+ v" q" c& O4 a2 Z- R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% W- s$ ~! ^$ d1 rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 E- c8 x7 y0 D. K8 g) @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " h- b) X2 Q7 H# n; Q) ~: D! f! C
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 D v+ [$ Z# q9 I# I& @; G# h( Y- _- UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) e8 R% V5 s" a/ Z% b+ mYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 w/ ^- w: D; }" N# `
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. C% T- _3 l/ w; u) v( t7 h4 AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 Y% ~1 k; h4 E2 UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ A* @7 Q6 h( ~7 M4 ~ N7 m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 V8 f; v0 c- ]: p; p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ M1 }: A) F7 @( ?% Q) B& 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, a0 K* W/ f( i% |- O
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ s5 h8 r2 j) I2 U/ X. w- FHow you tried to set them free, 8 _' U3 e" ~: F& E4 p# D& y$ u/ G
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 S, I5 ?. \9 K& @$ @7 M. V
Perhaps they never will. |
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