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+ t6 E# z+ ~" z7 y# fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , j) v& }' P; g' m7 }% C% A1 h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" {! f% J" v! I' [4 q% b8 \3 r3 EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 x: r2 ^) d+ O) B, HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , ?- F' L3 @9 R7 S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, x5 h: \: I. ?7 y [ }, THow you suffered for you sanity,
& Q1 Q5 ~# H+ i# pHow you tried to set them free,
/ e& H3 ~- m* _3 B# g. Z* CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - t5 V) d' G, l$ Y, z! S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ u/ d7 x! K0 e5 Z3 a) w" X1 j: ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 |4 K* ?$ K& ^2 J6 YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; A, H6 V) } [% I: I0 k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ ]0 G: s7 J1 |3 k; F+ H7 t
! N+ F6 w$ u4 P* `) o4 d0 B* i) e! R2 b+ yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " d1 P6 O; p0 D8 i0 X& R: B2 o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 Q% w5 C& L( l3 A$ x* J u$ ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 d1 ?# Y" `) H) UBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 p$ M5 ?$ L, t! w/ X* d2 qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: c8 h! ~2 b0 V* y' z6 Q) {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" P7 n* ]* w2 {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / ?" x n+ e' \2 ^1 L4 L3 o$ d& @ O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - Z5 J* i5 Y3 \3 F8 J0 ^
/ v8 t! |9 H3 M/ k" M/ _, `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; F) W& M3 y1 M$ E2 XHow you suffered for you sanity,
& j' n$ D, ?+ E3 rHow you tried to set them free, ! W$ l/ b% B" W# M0 {/ ]% X) i
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 w0 r$ A9 Y1 Y" H0 NPerhaps they never will. |
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