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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: t3 G9 C9 [, g" ~; B6 J( d% sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 z1 R1 w0 V, D* W0 k( _/ d m/ ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! T/ v; `* L9 N: {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 U: H5 ?) U+ B* {+ O# J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# B0 m' \! Y: S# Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 v2 r8 S9 f4 bHow you tried to set them free,
# X7 f$ {9 m+ sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 C) M, h# W" q1 AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ M) ~! a% F: |1 `5 w/ gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , u5 S% x1 x2 C% F+ R) {2 u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! x( Q" G0 U% q% R* F1 Y( zWeathered 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, 1 F! X1 d" D/ k* R0 ^+ p4 d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , i# x8 `3 F! j5 h; q! K
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* o+ E$ z7 f: X R: h1 kBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 Q# ]- x, B8 j4 ^) U$ lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 _: K& a/ K% y$ G5 B7 qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : C9 _" y- s. d* p1 b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ ^, @4 \' B; y+ ~6 Z9 NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 G8 O8 A) ~6 t8 n" r( Z/ x K5 bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 _% {" I& r; U- B; E; \* I4 U
$ Q/ H! H; z. \( DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 \* t# y; W9 p6 oHow you suffered for you sanity,0 d: K- I$ t* y C; J* W1 T+ }: Q
How you tried to set them free, ( f; h" P9 {! T9 S" e V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ P8 e0 p* I+ \; WPerhaps they never will. |
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