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, G8 q7 p: t# a* J% O2 g- mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 I( B7 i! C- ^1 ]! n; x. r" }, PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- s2 F0 S! ?+ V9 _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- E! T( \ g4 q v [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 `; w0 `8 @: ?" z' H: GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( R) E- P3 {6 u$ a1 r% I
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 B( n6 _* s+ H8 i$ j& f+ yHow you tried to set them free,
' _, I& v. F5 ^0 n/ i. H' XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * |7 D" ]/ H+ f3 h# W( S+ D4 ^$ [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- F2 ~/ ]2 K# wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* d3 J: t) {; u6 b! X- lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, t# F5 K+ {8 Q/ B0 IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * q) ]9 l) c: Q% J# p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ o; L0 R8 ?1 ~% A. W# a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 m+ S& u3 M% s: gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ H, D5 R% H* p9 Q& RBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 j8 k' U# n2 U. O0 c ]* |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 K. ]2 ^2 i9 p7 P* e
7 Z: w* [0 [/ g' c% L( P0 iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% X- e1 e0 X! v$ Z: `! I6 n- {% dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( b2 G) U. }8 A( u' l0 |3 s/ M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- F- Y9 ]' s! M2 ^4 c& CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' Z- Z# N" a. d9 q$ S4 m, e. u: [
, g6 z+ K$ g4 b$ u8 [" F. HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 r0 _ w% v* x, k8 ^How you suffered for you sanity,
. O; W4 Q q7 B- f7 b4 {4 U6 Z5 s8 @How you tried to set them free,
/ A7 C3 [; z; w( S" i* J; UThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; s" u! s( W6 K, F3 O, C: O1 K
Perhaps they never will. |
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