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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : c% f. x5 u. w* N5 A7 o o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# J7 Z; u! V# H4 h2 \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% F6 v; z' C, X1 ], T0 j. Y5 nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ p1 m% N: O A, j; V; }+ WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 N5 p- E+ c9 g+ s; c, b) c) J3 `! {How you suffered for you sanity,
- Z. u# }$ O5 v1 x- _) [How you tried to set them free,
" H) t. x5 S f4 qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ y+ D; E! t" z4 F" v% D" H: zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* j, Y' {( Y5 B/ m* b2 `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" ], R( x1 e; h7 E! H/ oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! ]% [7 w4 u2 EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! P1 t' n! z( k: Q& ?8 Z8 q- Y3 S
+ G- g2 N6 g8 c: c' kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 _. Q' F5 O: U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( \7 h, w, ^) f0 c: h
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 P {, x1 B- ]# CBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" B, {2 v. q# G5 S8 EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ V; C6 \) A$ ^7 u- X: B: ^, t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) U1 Z- ?" l6 ^+ Y& d: |, x) T: ~ W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' a I4 Z: {& ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; r! u& Q! Y. A3 A# YThe 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,
+ h# ~8 |6 ~' C" m" g U/ e* J8 k# AHow you suffered for you sanity,' J- V0 K) `& t6 D8 e
How you tried to set them free,
# f: v$ _. [& e( V( u7 WThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( U2 Q, l' N+ E4 Q$ }# v& t! Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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