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0 s: e# a$ O4 j+ T6 F% EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( R s# Y) |: V+ B4 {. z1 YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, {* b; s4 j8 R2 V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; ~+ l* J2 G& ^/ w( X+ d5 S% ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; V: _+ U' W% c+ B, x, FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* G) U/ n: z4 Y$ F
How you suffered for you sanity, " o# v% q2 L" U# U2 x0 O% Q4 l
How you tried to set them free, # {3 r$ w- j# l" K5 W/ }% A8 C0 A& r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 t' n8 |) `( ]: ~8 I7 s) A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / V1 n7 E& G1 R/ F0 r3 R9 I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ Q. Y- D4 P3 V# k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! N; N0 s+ A* ^9 b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & {( n( o/ [ C
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 ^: {2 U z1 lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & z4 Z" |+ C" M; B
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! ^2 o" Z5 @ |) D9 R. uBut I could have told you, Vincent, " n6 R J! T+ h7 r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + A$ U& t6 |/ g: I8 f9 M' a+ D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * g4 m [: @9 X. h3 }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 q0 o5 T4 U7 t3 ~3 J0 O
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, . A: H/ @* K h, ]2 f
How you suffered for you sanity,
, ~3 d: J T! J( D: JHow you tried to set them free,
, k! [: }, k) a: ZThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( Q2 ?3 \2 ^' Q6 M0 Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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