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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 A8 a& z8 ^: BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 P' L: o- T W4 D7 Q) {3 |, h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 n F" t2 }5 e. M# k- I& }" Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( M. P1 j( a" b, M. W. h$ T" UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# _' O- j( r: E/ U' b+ b" h7 b
How you suffered for you sanity,
" [) [: r& u Z! F! Y. S6 M# wHow you tried to set them free,
& j/ V) E0 O+ I. A% @ F D% ^* qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & ?1 }% y+ s ?2 t, k. T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( r' D q2 M9 }6 }+ I; ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( o, d* W! L7 V. Q) Y/ X- CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / H+ o* Z. T0 X+ b3 h' P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 O& g" R0 \' i+ d
1 J3 L4 n. P& H; V1 {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % Z# ?# W7 ? G1 y! _5 [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 o6 m- q6 v4 G% w
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" L$ a8 [9 E5 h5 IBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* `8 F- Z5 W( bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # E9 P" W( W1 C) U6 M8 n! f9 X
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; y) j" C0 F: U! s0 s8 i# n/ j. dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 a) e$ N. _8 cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 ^- k/ ]6 n) L, K2 ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* [( n2 m9 f* P, w3 V" A6 L0 e) SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- g1 q! K0 p5 f# N, J1 u, Z2 tHow you suffered for you sanity,3 {. q6 R2 @- y/ n2 k9 x
How you tried to set them free,
2 [4 y. n5 y- x; WThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! g4 ] _3 Z: S
Perhaps they never will. |
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