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; v' z) ~. b; }$ {1 C' l. \+ O% eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 v- ?/ C$ d3 J" ]! RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / g. e/ L: ` @0 i9 K* L+ x$ k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& s8 q' ~& l: ]1 S6 |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * n z5 R5 E& [& ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 S. S- V: L+ G! z* x0 ^How you suffered for you sanity,
5 W* c: D4 {( o n; o! GHow you tried to set them free,
2 _( |5 w# b7 J. g# y8 m- e, P3 oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - @4 j) I/ o9 t! j3 z' ?2 ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - _$ ]+ _7 V! x2 V5 l( W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 F9 m {4 I; [; n% K' L- K7 v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( }# ~% @( l: ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( H2 p0 E2 {9 |9 w: Q
7 a( E. `3 `" P- y- [For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 J$ A2 R. k) L7 Z. |* V9 pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 ~: u, l4 ^; @9 O/ w- I6 zYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 m& R/ W3 [- ?5 A2 b
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& h- t ?0 `% d* A% U+ V1 dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 y, s, z: Z- @6 Y3 H; ~; l9 v
: }! N6 k% A7 l( z6 }7 |% cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 z2 P2 C4 D8 J* ?" S1 }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # D1 u0 r5 x% w& Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : w& E/ X* J$ h% _
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,
8 |5 K: C/ @) B# cHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 G! A5 E8 ?/ _. x2 J2 QHow you tried to set them free,
: d0 [6 f+ Y: ?They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 ^: k( y D. c. _ V! ZPerhaps they never will. |
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