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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 J8 F0 d- {0 a% a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , Z/ C5 n9 x& E4 U. P. E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 }: E6 z. f& R4 p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 W: s9 N- b. W" n" SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
T+ l/ E9 G$ JHow you suffered for you sanity,
& z9 h+ `- f1 l% ^' oHow you tried to set them free,
5 H! G7 i7 A2 T4 Q9 r# {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& y& v; i, V8 P& E, W% f# FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + F+ W+ X8 F+ @, B' w e x) _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ p0 e( ^- y& K2 F/ ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 Q3 }* |* n: f, ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) l+ w. x) {1 B4 H6 r! yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! x2 k5 J+ S* z+ X" n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 F. z/ S# ~0 C; f" I; F1 s# v8 N$ F0 ]. ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- F' v' A9 U) i5 w3 [1 pBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' S* J/ N$ i* w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - ^. V' S+ \+ q; w" Q* N. |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % ?% R8 Z0 ?7 I; J, n' E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 Y6 X: A6 @2 q$ {. ]
The 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,
; p4 i" r( Z3 k' VHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ s" w$ h; r- |/ v' [How you tried to set them free, + [3 j* H, h$ J6 v9 M2 h
They would not listen they're not listening still, : L9 G; P( `5 H$ Y. i! S
Perhaps they never will. |
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