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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ c8 Z$ o; c; g* ?+ z B! sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 x6 R% [, E: o, b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' [. C! l! U4 Q# ?8 e9 @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 e3 r% x8 x" q4 b) k' y( ~2 ]1 cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% Z9 _6 s- F' J! N% t
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 L# n/ U/ Q% T# N4 L. y# v4 R* |How you tried to set them free,
5 f4 t/ a2 C/ M- ~" Y( pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& G# D8 T3 [- x# S1 k* T/ aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 u! F1 d' e# B6 g2 D: [+ Z: H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: e, n0 y/ Q& Y) UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 G. t ]: w5 ?! l% N3 l3 t- S
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,
2 h, o/ e6 |) ~0 tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 Z/ ?2 e# z. YYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % y3 E! R f# u3 p& G9 z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% T0 ]! F# k- w2 r) S/ KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 p+ J0 q3 U" ~# V% V! e, n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( F0 Q8 F/ C& V) `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 H" `( a% Q) s, ]' O9 h" J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & ~% [9 j# z2 m& u- B
: a" J8 O# T$ O0 k$ UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 x5 ]2 {" J* o- }4 gHow you suffered for you sanity,
, x, \' F+ \ _0 ZHow you tried to set them free, 2 I$ W5 z( ~: A% F9 W3 {
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 I, ^& ]9 h$ k
Perhaps they never will. |
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