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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( o) | U+ I( I( C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 m8 k, `$ U' |$ e2 s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' `* z0 m8 @, u1 A2 l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: Q2 j; n0 g# f$ [) r/ RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) M5 V: J: ]8 ]% S$ V# H
How you suffered for you sanity, $ z+ f( j( w' e t0 N% Y: h, N
How you tried to set them free, 9 n; g0 H; l9 v8 B( E1 S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( r, l8 C6 @9 y0 S1 QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
D7 ]. r0 c( i0 |! J: WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / L s6 y( U. ?. J3 Y6 n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 C7 K1 i: P* E& @! y4 e. NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 d Q9 ^. Q# R! @! J
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) V5 a4 G: L0 v: EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& _3 Y, ~9 G P% v# G8 rYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 k- b, D n; V7 K: M/ NBut I could have told you, Vincent, + t$ ?9 b5 e% O6 u0 v! V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , D) D9 o. F* r1 ]" e* C
5 J2 c1 b5 t/ O8 f% e/ u7 f' }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) j- o! X O# Y9 k4 U5 g) J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . b3 f: G" M+ R: I `5 S6 V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 c9 Q: C. ^3 q2 W' K
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, $ r& ^0 c7 d: l; D8 L3 \
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 M5 w( h0 F3 J9 q! I9 k- L" QHow you tried to set them free,
& I' ]$ g' Y$ ]1 h' s0 E' XThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 y. q4 J: o9 i1 v% i, W- ?8 a) O* f
Perhaps they never will. |
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