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& U* g- [, X* l$ _/ |6 jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, Y: u* j/ l) W6 L$ l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + j' C# m: {. h5 o1 S" Z+ ?! S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 B- T' d2 E# u+ ~! H7 Z9 W' W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 O. P$ B2 y! i5 I( {$ w& ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. J/ J- O4 Q9 Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
P6 M9 L, d3 A5 tHow you tried to set them free,
! P; p* o# L5 ~% mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 n; n) U7 @, Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
r# ~, \9 I) f, { zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) x2 y3 r4 D, T/ c- E; ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * B% O# {/ p/ I3 P! `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - d/ N4 i& k& i+ {" V9 R3 A4 `8 B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; Q$ _2 z! P0 @2 Y* E5 \You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 ~" B- Q2 d, q9 dBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 `) I* g( O- ?% r$ u3 |# WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" O2 E$ C4 u8 Q, lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 g# b: U, z+ I x& ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' J9 D9 M+ B {/ o& z/ I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 N4 g$ h$ _ Y/ x+ d! _! p: oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 b8 y5 l: E$ M _% m4 e3 a( Z
( c$ M0 U" g4 t+ W9 z: pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( B+ e/ i6 r, e3 m" Z+ F
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 [# Q) o& k1 A. FHow you tried to set them free,
, Y3 I1 K5 K* r# G- {5 v+ fThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; I8 K1 Q5 s+ l9 YPerhaps they never will. |
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