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2 }3 c" _) Q# y e9 x1 L8 [3 a0 BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " Y6 C6 e6 ^2 {( ^+ x' W; z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' f* |$ X I+ M. e' [9 v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: i2 X; P8 K; |3 \. ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 ~6 H r& ^7 D- J1 |0 V& b3 fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) v& _$ l- E$ k0 x4 h3 f. KHow you suffered for you sanity,
! n8 t/ T$ n+ @0 q" r, zHow you tried to set them free,
% S- I2 B9 t7 X1 y2 t: N4 hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! ? G! }! x0 Y, V R& F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + W! R& J2 F( q1 {1 M( T4 Z+ [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 m& E1 i( [; v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) l4 ?7 l) r+ P2 X/ L; nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / x# l0 b/ V2 O8 |# n
, {* C+ }9 a0 _) S& e0 E, ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 n2 v! H0 ~4 P% j! Q# y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! }2 k6 M4 o L8 v0 P. \
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* M& a: K$ K8 J$ G$ gBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! J: u5 i" p2 I2 @/ O" e4 o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 ^0 ~3 v6 ^/ N$ f% n3 `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 [" g' _3 ?: s6 ~2 U! {( v4 p% Y8 S) ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + T2 S0 ^6 ~; E7 {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 t! b1 N. i( i" A+ c2 C% s
8 N7 a, P, r+ F7 ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 l0 @! _# [$ I' e! N8 i
How you suffered for you sanity,
. N( x: M* ^& K2 yHow you tried to set them free, 4 P0 g! Z/ J+ ]. P9 E
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 h M- W% ]& Z9 C8 ?7 ~( M
Perhaps they never will. |
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