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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 |+ r) \( l7 y/ w1 n! \5 J& JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) p9 R3 j N; g- m7 {. ]$ ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 t; a0 A+ p( j- R) ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" e) V" w6 C) ?( N9 YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- I; J, c% W3 u; L4 v9 n
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 H5 M8 x; @2 v+ Q+ g. R( m1 u8 {
How you tried to set them free,
; J! C7 Y9 A/ f0 r2 E& k( u- j+ Y' YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ c( w' D' y: |+ o7 W7 b! `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / c a }! u6 ~2 A- g1 [7 h7 ~$ N! T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , a/ O6 [/ q. ~- i' J. P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 A$ n. `! Q% b. w z& E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 C/ V5 S' E4 p- e* e: `For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; {, b; j6 b# W: Y+ r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- x) e' i5 H+ e4 t! |& a1 D6 BYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) K- [" X, K) t9 C* E' QBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 L9 M, ]- Q+ i; T1 H; |% r d7 j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . \' o: t5 r5 D1 N4 g. G7 G
' o, a$ N% \' L& L: cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , X _( s. r, W7 S# x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 o, s3 D9 S; N' y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- S7 M- T; G/ F. o- Q" Y. h% IThe 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, 1 z6 {5 }- b' z
How you suffered for you sanity,6 m+ C& y: W: Y2 E
How you tried to set them free,
; m/ x1 `9 \# t* s6 g- H9 i4 g% FThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& Z; z2 X' L `Perhaps they never will. |
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