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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 x/ K/ M2 G2 {0 `0 _' S JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 _. P: d& k- H. _3 RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 P1 r( H6 A; Z; Q, r/ F3 iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + y( g+ N9 Q' X( h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 q/ Z5 D- s* b( u0 y0 \/ @How you suffered for you sanity, . Y7 g9 d" Q2 g. v: u' E6 {$ C% w9 P
How you tried to set them free, 4 G: s2 R; f9 o" H0 g9 g. \$ i: g2 r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ o/ B- l0 z6 S" Z! yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) q4 ]% p0 D* T5 z2 n% m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& }* ]/ N6 C3 ?. I9 vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 {3 H, L* s- S6 C" l5 s, o$ B4 YWeathered 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, 0 U0 w8 f6 y$ i8 O! @! F# t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
Z" J4 N( V, X6 {6 E) gYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + ]8 @2 y6 m7 a& [* m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" C5 k* s7 W4 d+ ?1 U3 eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% c# D' i% B+ DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 v. V- B: ^8 {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 o& q. H Z$ m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
T' D5 L) A& o6 g/ J7 W9 TThe 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,
/ O) u6 _2 N4 q4 @ h! vHow you suffered for you sanity,6 F5 N: ?, G4 F/ g0 l4 D
How you tried to set them free,
9 q5 [7 x3 z0 v& uThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 g2 _: Y5 c1 V
Perhaps they never will. |
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