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/ N7 E# n) N9 P& C2 [1 uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % H& c" T% E& C% T; ], w: _/ @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 ]1 F% r% `+ R4 x. H# S' G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' J3 {$ Y d" J- d. O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& _. B) q- J1 Y% S# S" B9 nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# d1 q4 H* A* t- o2 W+ dHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 ~/ p$ q/ q. `
How you tried to set them free,
& U! ~$ a) a4 Q2 M( \" A$ V4 \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# _* ~! f: @* Y- p- VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 @7 Z8 K. X' S4 S; t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' m- |; x0 M9 c9 U n I/ h* {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 L/ }; U1 {1 Z6 j4 m8 h& b" G( `$ n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . I5 k& @9 }4 A: i# l
% k' F/ F& [4 W$ ~: `For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& a, U9 }" j3 ^7 \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" [# e4 j* [! a$ P# O5 a/ gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' @5 B( Y& O% z- r. ~0 [) L% cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 V( U! ]) P3 n2 qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 P0 t7 N2 z5 Q+ e3 r3 nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 f2 m2 N( t2 T- [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " N) |5 Q6 r k; x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ S- u5 f0 T$ F/ }
/ }& v# m3 k5 x' \( GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 C3 f6 q$ H+ G( @5 jHow you suffered for you sanity,, i" @1 w& Y) k0 G2 B1 V* M- m( d
How you tried to set them free, 1 a. Q2 w3 v+ K! B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 M. h6 p E, A KPerhaps they never will. |
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