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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* ^2 ?) |' m" [, E0 G- S; V- _& yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 \3 ?. X, }4 l; r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# [$ g0 ^- k/ P% o) SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 @- _' V. t, Q' }( F- S. z( \' |# _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. g* h" U" M0 }7 b' NHow you suffered for you sanity,
# v' q7 G( j& \3 u2 [6 oHow you tried to set them free,
" b- F: ? E3 W# q. r& dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 d) [& N7 S0 i4 y EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , M5 n ]7 T! I* `! }4 \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * m6 c' y, i8 w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 q/ ^" T+ q9 x" WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 J/ N+ b* w% d) L4 N$ ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ f% H( e% c% V' ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( W* m: f" c0 A k- p# i% z BYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' \# C$ k# W9 h& l% IBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 L4 H! \, Y* n" Q: J. q4 o; M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : F* g) P! K7 @& P
2 u C8 z* X8 C" G! E" x' oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . L) v5 Z6 U9 |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# u5 ], [4 c; c5 y$ X9 DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . b* N E* _9 B
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, 9 L- s F& O0 r
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 A7 N, m1 u+ L0 P. L! U- Y6 KHow you tried to set them free,
) x7 x" s; c0 B3 OThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' `: L- D, A; T/ D% B
Perhaps they never will. |
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