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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . s/ i* r5 Z4 L; Q, B) Y/ {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; N1 N, k) u6 a3 R2 S- Z& P4 KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& A( @$ i6 J7 C( _: ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
G: X/ @$ i3 lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! Z* ~2 M+ { c5 l" J0 Z$ KHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 _+ J/ u& }1 C3 c) K$ JHow you tried to set them free,
$ L! J2 z: W5 p2 _5 P- GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; M" s3 |% t* mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ x, l I4 U$ j5 t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( O. o2 a0 L, q8 L4 S& n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' N& O: b9 }' Y! qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 B2 y" Q& B; B; FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 n8 m6 }% u2 w0 U+ ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 U- z& z+ q; T! \You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 k8 R" x1 o* w; t4 j7 K) ?- Q" Y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) t. R3 e, y R" j) p3 q0 ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) J8 l, y3 N2 M) A) j) c4 M& n8 bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 p8 {& _2 i& r5 Z5 v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 w, L) A* r, d+ \* ^: W' X% Y2 `$ Y3 K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 \: E: z- B R9 }) d
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + t- s( i( K9 M3 y1 ?* `
How you suffered for you sanity,( g* M9 B/ `. V; r( p' h$ a% Y
How you tried to set them free,
7 a5 ^ P9 ?$ [They would not listen they're not listening still,
, L/ l7 U Q5 o( v2 O/ i4 b) zPerhaps they never will. |
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