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0 p2 n: U8 _! Y1 b) L Y3 Y# }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; V8 d% B, Z) i( l9 g" x5 }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' }% A: c: k" `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ r" _- O0 Z* a2 w2 S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! c1 _) w# n( j6 p1 f: x8 S- [6 @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! I5 _; l }& o
How you suffered for you sanity, - f& D4 U" }+ W3 m
How you tried to set them free, 7 k+ N/ u0 A5 |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 Y; J1 g8 }& a P9 v+ ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* C/ ]9 `! M& h4 v8 O2 M. G* FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# e; n8 D5 \. r$ \5 JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # e3 Q$ g9 z k6 Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) \3 S9 H$ d0 h- N5 ?
9 ?( S- T2 U8 \8 iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& Z8 M, E/ ^# P& i) }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( R4 p0 Y- P1 t, b- y/ f3 }You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 A% m+ c$ n9 k7 E/ T f. L, ], N
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 d6 U5 x* t! J/ o+ d9 o% L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ K7 `/ ~% U6 E1 n5 V. p @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" K& B* `& t" ^, G- Q. @2 @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, K" d* C* P, L$ }! P
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,
0 a# {7 O9 \- N8 Q1 }" u; L# CHow you suffered for you sanity,
) [1 D% P' b- a% W1 HHow you tried to set them free,
% j* A. m$ a" q- H( Q# A1 yThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 l" O9 m8 [8 C8 E5 C
Perhaps they never will. |
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