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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
p# n% g4 l; ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % k/ x. v5 ]- C. o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- J& r, L% g5 I U3 bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- F9 p7 B) ~" }4 n% z( ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 E q: I$ Z% b: P' I' m
How you suffered for you sanity, ' r1 A5 n; t+ ^( ^* }5 t% w/ ]
How you tried to set them free, 9 a. r" f- O0 j1 R: ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 W1 R z Z1 Z6 t, F2 d/ EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' X+ M8 N+ I, f# y8 \' N% y. S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , }; b: v- n) a/ s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, O( @5 Z/ I9 M6 ^$ e2 ?$ U( N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * W! r' `5 J0 m2 b: Y8 J7 H
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 ^$ x) y( D) R2 U7 s! Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 i/ u! F. q- v0 lYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" n9 P" A; @$ ?, G# a. L3 @But I could have told you, Vincent, : h* _: }6 P. W \2 w% ]* [9 }+ R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 F$ }# E: J& B7 b$ U
; ^* W! c) X* U; c# a$ \2 a3 fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
l+ s& G5 }1 z9 c- ]) fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - j+ `" W( N9 x% v% U* [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; i% s c8 R$ t! H& V1 @: S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - R$ U: }3 Q& t" \* t
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 C, d; [& X2 a5 w3 S$ j& i' X& g
How you suffered for you sanity,' q& i# l+ z( j& A5 o
How you tried to set them free,
9 K F" D6 C. H6 e9 h/ u) K! GThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 k& u. _- u4 F8 W. P, _% v) ~Perhaps they never will. |
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