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0 X$ k+ T6 h6 P2 [6 l7 J# AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " X. L8 t. D% M; Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # ~0 `& c0 H( T* e$ V4 U- N0 Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 f2 V% D1 i) F: O" O# yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 a) X3 ]5 M) q/ m8 R& r: X2 r0 E# ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 n7 ]' S1 i4 z' G
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ ]. a! d( C* t, s/ T" A6 ]! e/ eHow you tried to set them free, 0 {! {4 k4 y* _# _7 o( \# V8 s$ W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" q2 R. L2 Q" P$ ?$ gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + R: o5 @& s W. D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
u' Y8 S" `+ g. w BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * O6 g' h' H( o0 {
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 l) M z0 r% o' v. e$ w7 r, j$ v
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # L, G+ F+ I- T# A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 v- z! {8 X: b$ G3 }, A! C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& d2 ^6 t; H; ^8 t9 m0 R& @7 CBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; ]0 }7 P' E7 g" u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ I2 g+ z7 K9 |- XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 Q0 n) @, q3 N* a3 K3 d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
W( y( @) v( z1 GThe 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, & f* K: w, j! h. Y. ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
" d- U% g+ e; v- yHow you tried to set them free,
- h1 }- T% d1 HThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! N2 Z" M) z! W; T: r
Perhaps they never will. |
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