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; J! n7 f _$ r8 x0 [$ `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , g5 Z! O1 o( ?( P% ^ q7 a8 I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 r: u& @5 ]' Y4 B) z! h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" S: i* V* p. [0 k" ?, ]( b( v1 [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ y" @' }( X# WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 W& K! S2 ]0 v7 X9 i6 w3 d( }
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 {, z/ R0 s3 e# U+ x" D, W% b5 w+ JHow you tried to set them free, ' f3 t, C) K' S- c2 P3 w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : M5 B; @$ e' A1 C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # m8 U2 ^' g2 {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 ]/ O( a- g: k0 e" d: U. ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : r, v ^7 A9 U; m Y6 C* r6 o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 u& c2 v5 s: A% k/ ~9 z
% h6 @ }& d: K) F/ ]' LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / o! ^& A( B3 T/ j6 u) F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! ]; v# x. T( d7 R. R: y6 T
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( K0 v" N/ a: R! @) sBut I could have told you, Vincent, & \1 Q% ^3 @9 z) B- n( _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ ?+ L+ j; T+ W7 j; b. qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; [" g2 F& O% o. |: P$ E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 k) T7 K4 P: V7 L- ?/ X3 r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * `1 V2 t3 g8 g$ _
* j+ z4 D+ g+ F6 QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 {7 h0 o* q+ j
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ V6 K9 W, H8 g7 V: X' r. J, F( jHow you tried to set them free, 4 |; T3 R/ M; P4 Y& I% Q+ q
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 c& h$ k5 A9 k! M
Perhaps they never will. |
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