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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ v9 D6 v9 j- S# n- n/ M4 ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : }, a( V- }( U$ u2 N' q) d& K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 `" n0 B6 ^$ [0 E4 q: x& pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 A! V" Z% Q6 ?7 q0 e6 ~2 UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ Z* B# s6 Z/ v' u& D7 S
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 K# P. }& e4 z, D
How you tried to set them free, 5 b* l) c" _6 u7 X( n7 I3 q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% S( P$ X7 S+ y/ \; OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ e: o8 h' [6 V7 E7 g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * Y8 S3 [' d b! a- \4 H2 f' g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" p( r. ^, s( r7 zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) {, {/ R4 ~% yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; Z4 n& g3 E/ P, ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 v( E& m0 ^" ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, " X. X9 E, Q5 C4 Q( I- X
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! @0 i1 w' b; b1 H+ Y KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / Y M: C- S1 Q
. e+ }+ t/ ]2 ]) ?' Q* x# rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, I: z4 i# [. J" m4 Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 R3 I1 v6 u1 h1 n: G, l" `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% _0 D/ {. M8 s0 M+ N) fThe 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, . Z: k( E5 `3 v. p
How you suffered for you sanity,8 t3 R& i/ N' D7 t2 q0 l! R
How you tried to set them free,
. i3 C8 _! b; b( yThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( G+ g2 z; A% K+ j' n! R* W( QPerhaps they never will. |
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